Thank you for all your review! And to answer someone's question yes this story's title is taken from the song As Long As You're Mine form Wicked. I love that show! Well enjoy!

Chapter 7

Hermione walked with Dog as her escort to the library. After their conversation a few weeks ago Draco had given her a little more freedom. He let her walk to the library with an escort and when he came home sometimes they would go for walks on the grounds. She paused and smiled as she recalled their conversation the evening before.

"You thought I was the heir of Slytherin our second year?" he asked with his trademark smirk.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but had to suppress a laugh. He may be cocky, but he was very handsome she noted. "What were we supposed to think?" she asked as they paused by a fountain.

Draco looked at her in all her beauty. Yes she had to be the most amazing creature alive. Not only was she beautiful, but she was intelligent, witty and very caring. Well she was caring when she liked you. He noticed his house elves were beside themselves to serve their new mistress. She treated every single one of them with love and respect. He wished she treated him with as much at times.

"A knut for your thoughts?" Hermione asked him. She stood next to him and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder.

He exhaled as he felt her touch go right though his skin. These were the moments he lived for. For the past few weeks she had been getting more comfortable with him and the situation she was in. Sometimes she would gently brush past him and other times she would gently touch him. It was either a quick tap or a quick pat, but it was a start. "I would hope they were worth a few galleons," he remarked dryly.

Hermione suppressed an eye roll as she started to remove her hand, "I just thought," she began.

Draco reached up and grasped her hand as he heard a gasp come from her lips. "I was thinking of you," he said as he turned to face her. He looked up and noticed her blush, "Why are you blushing?" he asked.

Hermione looked down, why did he always do this? They would have a nice evening and he would always spoil it by trying to seduce her or tell about his feelings. "Why can't you be content with you friendship?" she asked avoiding his penetrating gaze.

He sighed, why was she always fighting him? "I thought you were going to stop fighting me?" he asked.

Hermione tried to release her hand, but found Draco clutching it tightly. "I'm not fighting you," she whispered.

"Then why won't you let me touch you?" he question as his eyes probed hers.

"It's not about that," she growled. Now she was just mad. He always tried to turn the tables and blame her because she didn't want him. She felt her stomach tie in knots as his thumb began tracing patterns on her hand.

"Really," Draco snapped. "I have been nothing but honest with you from the beginning. I have never once tried to hide my feelings or confuse you in any way."

"You hide the truth from me constantly," she shot back.

He dropped her hand and snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him roughly, "Can you handle the truth?" he demanded. "If I honestly tell you everything can you handle it? I don't think you can."

"Let me go," she snapped as she tried to struggle out of his embrace.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

Her eyes widen with shock, "Are you crazy? I don't even like you. Why would I want to kiss you?"

"To prove a point and for answers," he told her smugly as he titled her chin up.

"What kind of game are you playing at?" she wondered.

"If you kiss me," he paused. "I will be able to prove that not only do you secretly like me, you desire me as well. Secondly if you kiss me I will answer one question you have about the aftermath of the war honestly."

"That's blackmail!" she exclaimed as she tried to wriggle out of his embrace.

Draco smirked, "I'll have you know that your movements aren't doing anything to keep my desire for you a secret."

She paused as she felt him starting to grow hard against her, "Please stop," she begged softly.

"Do you agree?" he asked as he heard her gasping for air.

"Just one kiss?" she groaned.

His smile widen, "If that's all you can restrain yourself to."

"Fine," she agreed, "But just one."

Draco tilted her chin up and locked his eyes with hers, "Thank you," he whispered as his lips descended upon hers.

Why she thought this was going to be a chaste peck she'll never know, but something inside her was woken up. She felt every line on his lips as he gently caressed her mouth with his. Shocked she felt the tip of his tongue reach out and gently stroke her top lip. She tried to gasp in protest, but he took that as an invitation and slipped inside her mouth. The moment he was inside her mouth instinct began to take over. His tongue began to gently caress hers, as if begging it to wake up and play. The more she tried to fight it, the more persistent he became. She finally sighed in resignation and gently stroked his tongue with her own.

Draco sighed victoriously as his hand left her back and began to get lost in her hair. She was pure sweetness itself. After a few moments his hands drifted to her back and wandered to down to her backside. He gently cupped the cheeks and pulled her tightly against himself. He knew he would scare her, but he also knew he needed to convey his needs. He wanted her like never before. He had to let her know.

Hermione gasped as she felt Draco's hands gently cup her backside and pulled her tightly against his body. She felt what this kiss was doing to him and she tried to pull away, "NO!" she shouted.

Draco ignore her and pulled her lips down for one last sweet peck, "Do you see what you do to me?" he growled.

Hermione felt the tears well up in her eyes, "What are you trying to do to me?" she asked.

He smirked as a hand reached up and gently caressed her cheek, "I thought that would be obvious. I want you to want me as much as I want you," he whispered.

She nodded, "Where's Ron?" she demanded.

Draco sighed, "I will answer this question one a few conditions," he told her.

"The kiss was the condition!" she snapped.

Draco shook his head, "The kiss was an agreement for me to answer questions. I have a few conditions for this particular question. You will not go looking for whatever remains of him," he began. "You will not deny me any of our friendship we have started these past few weeks. And finally you can not hold on to the past."

"I loved him!" she snapped. "Doesn't that count for anything?"

"Do you no longer love him?" Draco questioned. "You said love in past tense, so do you still love him?"

"Where is he?" she demanded.

Draco suppressed a smirk. His little tiger was starting to come around. "Ron is alive," he started.

Her eyes widen with shock, "You lie!" she screamed. "I saw you kill him!"

He shook his head,"You saw me stun him. I would never kill him. No matter how much I despise him I couldn't do that to my best friend."

She glanced up at him confused, "What do you mean to your best friend?"

Draco grabbed her hand and gently led her back to the house, "About a year after I started getting feelings for you Pansy began to get feelings for Ron. Oh she tried to hide it, but it was very difficult. She loves him. During the war I stunned him and had him sent to my private cell. I sent word to Pansy and she requested that the dark lord give Ron to her as a present for all her services. He is now married and living with Pansy."

Hermione broke down as she felt a sob escape her throat, "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked with a wounded expression. "Why have you kept this a secret for so long?"

Draco felt his heart break as he took her in his arms and held her as she cried, "I couldn't," he whispered. "You are mine. I couldn't have you pining for him I spoke with Pansy and she told Ron about us last week. I knew that I needed to tell you soon."

Hermione pushed him away angrily, "I hate you!" she yelled as she took off for the manor.

Draco watched her go and sighed, "Tonight would be her last night in her own bed, he decided. She could call it a punishment all she wanted. He was going to have her in his bed and he was going to have her tomorrow night. He sat down on a bench and replayed the scene. She didn't hate him, he realized. Angry with him, yes, but she didn't hate him. He smiled to himself as he walked back to the manor reliving that kiss in his head.

Hermione sat on one of the couches in the library and thought of the kiss. Ron had never kissed her like that before. Sure she knew Ron loved her and wanted her, but never had she been invited to participate in her own seduction. Draco's kiss was pure lust with a strange mix of love tossed in. She opened the book she had chosen, "How to Enjoy Sex." She sighed. After yesterday she knew Draco would try and sleep with her. She paused as she recalled how intimately he felt against her. She shook her head and continued to read her book; she needed to be prepared for anything.