"Oh my god, this is it. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" Hermione thought, squeezing her eyes shut and preparing for the pain to come. "Just breathe, in and out, deep breaths, relax, don't think about it. Think of how much you love him, yes, that's it. I love him, I love him…" She kept repeating in her head. He took off his boxers and hooked his fingers under the tops of her underwear, except he had a little problem getting them off. Hermione had clenched her legs together, making it impossible to pull them off.

"Mi?" He said softly. She opened up one eye cautiously, then the other.

"Yeah?"

"Um…" He pointed to her legs.

"Oh, right. Sorry." She said. Her face scrunched up like it did when she was in deep thought. Draco waited for her to relax, but that appeared to not be happening. He stroked her thigh gently with one of his hands, trying to coax them apart. Her skin burned under his touch.

"Mi?" He tried again. She relaxed a little, but still not enough. "We don't need to do this now." He said. As if those had been the magic words, or the reassurance that she needed, she let her body go limp and she pulled him down to her face for a kiss.

"I trust you." She whispered against his lips. Her panties were pulled down around her ankles and she kicked them off the rest of the way. Slowly he pushed into her. At first, it just felt like she was being stretched (which basically she was) but then the sharp pains worsened and she had to bite down on her lips to keep from crying out. A small trickle of tears rolled out of her eyes and on to the overstuffed pillows. "Ouch, oh my goodness ouch!" She thought. Draco kissed her tenderly on the lips, distracting her momentarily from the pain. Very slowly the pain began to subside and pleasure took over, spreading over her entire body and making her legs tremble. They both had broken into a light sweat and their skin was sticking together slightly. Hermione was working her way up to cloud nine, and she could feel that Draco was about to be too. She arched her back and pushed her hips against his, making them both moan in unadulterated bliss. The satisfaction had ended a little sooner than either one would have liked, but hey, what can you expect from your first time? Draco collapsed onto Hermione and then rolled over so he was lying next to her. Their hearts were beating a million miles per hour, and they were breathing heavily. They lay there, not moving, not talking, for about ten minutes.

"Whoa." Was all Draco could say. Hermione pulled the sheet around her and got out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom. A moment later Draco heard the sound of the shower being turned on and the curtain being drawn closed; fishing around in the darkness he found his boxers and slipped them back on. He was just falling asleep when Hermione padded in with damp hair and wearing his shirt. She crawled in next to him and buried her head in his chest, letting herself drift into a deep sleep. He wrapped his arms protectively around her, not sleeping himself until he knew she was already slumbering soundly. He closed his heavy eyelids, exhausted from their recent activities.

Hermione was the first to wake up the next morning. Her entire body hurt. She was sore in places she didn't even know she was capable of being sore in. Last night had hurt… a lot. She had felt like someone was trying to tear her down the center. Yes, it had gotten better at the end, but the few minutes of joy hardly seemed worth it. She untangled herself from Draco's grip and slipped out of the room noiselessly. She cooked him up a huge breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, pancakes, and a tall glass of pumpkin juice. Putting it all neatly on a tray, she carefully brought it upstairs and set it down on his bedside table. She pulled his gift out from under the bed and put it into a colorful gift bag. She sat next to Draco's sleeping body and folded her legs underneath her. She put a hand on his bare chest and shook him gently.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head." She cooed.

"Five more minutes." He mumbled, rolling over onto his side.

"Nope. Come on birthday boy, get up. Unless you want me to chuck out your present and feed you breakfast to the birds." This got him up. He sat up quickly and looked around the room.

"Presents? Breakfast? Where?" He smiled and kissed Hermione good morning. "I love you 'Mi, you know that right? Last night was more than enough for me, you didn't have to get me anything."

"Bullocks. Of course I did, I'm your girlfriend. And besides, I wasn't planning last night, it just happened. Here," she grabbed the tray of food and placed it on Draco's lap. "I made you breakfast. I thought you might be hungry since we didn't exactly get to have dinner last night" She blushed.

"Thank you Love, it's brilliant." He said wrapping one arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. She sighed contently and waited there as he finished his breakfast. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm sore." She replied honestly.

"You know, they first thing you learn in Quidditch is to work your muscles when they are sore, and the more you do, the less it hurts." He hinted slyly, nibbling on her ear. She giggled and pulled away, pushing his gift at him.

"I hope you like it." She said playing with her fingernails like she always does when she's nervous. He opened the bag and lifted the gloves out, looking them over in awe.

"These are amazing! Dragon's hide? Wow, these are really nice, and they even have my initials in them. I love them, thank you." He hugged her close. "You know what would make my morning even more perfect?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"Again?" She asked tiredly. He smirked, the famous Malfoy trademark.

Moving the tray to the floor, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She pulled off his shirt that she had been wearing, revealing her nakedness underneath. Lowering herself onto him, she smirked matching his own seductive smile.

and they do it again (A/N: Sorry, I don't feel like going over it again right now, but you can use you imagination can't you?)

Draco lay on his side with Hermione pressed into him. He was playing with her tangled bed head hair, and she was staring absentmindedly up at the high ceiling. Draco had been right, and the second time was definitely better than the first. In fact, she really was less sore. She heard a faint ringing sound coming from downstairs. She turned her head to look at Draco.

"Draco is there a telephone in this house?" She asked.

"A what?" He asked, confused.

"Okay that would be a no. I think someone is calling us on the floo." She got up and hastily put a robe on. Running down the stairs ignoring Draco's calls to wait up, she stopped in front of the fireplace. Kneeling in front of it, she saw her mother's face floating in the flames.

"Mum!" She yelled in surprise. "Mum what are you doing?"

"Your father and I just got connected to the floo network yesterday and we wanted to test it out."

"Oh mum, that's great. Um…" She looked in the direction of the stairs to see if Draco was coming. He wasn't. She clutched the robe tighter around her. "How's daddy?"

"Your father is just fine, but he is anxious to meet this fellow of yours. How long did you say you had been together?" Hermione thought back to around the start of school.

"Oh, a few months…" She said vaguely. Her mother nodded in understanding.

"So what have you been up to?"

"Nothing." Hermione lied quickly.

"Hold on dear, your father would like to speak to you." Hermione quickly straightened her hair and made sure he wouldn't be able to tell what she had just been up to. Her mother's face disappeared and was replaced moments later by her father's.

"Good afternoon Pumpkin." He said warmly.

"Hi daddy."

"About this boy of yours, I'm not sure if it's a good idea that-" He was cut off by Draco entering the room, shirtless and messy haired.

"Hermione did you steal my shirt again? I don't mind going without it but I…" When Draco saw that Hermione was talking to someone he could only imagine was her father, her quickly turned and ran for a shirt and a comb.

"That was him wasn't it?" Her father said in a displeased tone.

"Erm, yes, that was Draco." She said. "I know that may not have been the best first impression daddy but really, Draco is a nice boy, and very intelligent. Actually, he is the only other student at Hogwarts that has the same average as me." She said very quickly, trying to dissuade him from saying anything brash about Draco before they met properly.

"Go bring him back here. I want to speak with him." Her father said sternly.

"Now daddy, is this really necessary? We can all make acquaintances on Christmas and get to know each other then."

"Hermione Jane Granger I said I wanted to speak with him. Go get him i now /i ."

She nodded and went upstairs to find Draco, now fully dressed and groomed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up to see her playing with her fingernails again.

"Oh no, what are you nervous about?" He asked, picking up on her nervous habit.

"Heh, um… my father wants to talk to you." She said looking at everything except him. He sighed and stood up, then checked to make sure the buttons on his shirt were buttoned, and that his fly was zipped.

"Might as well get it over with then." He brushed past her and went downstairs, kneeling at the fireplace as she had. She tried to listen in from the dining room, but all she could hear was "Yes Sir." And, "No, I would never Sir." Awhile later he came into the dining room and sat down in a chair next to Hermione, looking paler than usual.

"Hermione?" He asked.

"Yes?" She looked at him.

"What's a machete?"

"Oh god." She cradled her face in her hands.