Aaaahhhh. Hermione sighed happily with a nice hot cup of coco. One of her mother's old favourites. As she looked over her three scroll long report of the Paroxysm potion and its practical uses (and legendary misuses) for the 3rd time, she took a long sip of her chocolaty drink. I remember sitting at home with Mum on the couch, drinking my hot chocolate as she argued with dad how it wasn't her turn to do the garden the next day. She chuckled. Even though she just ended up doing it anyway. She is so soft on dad. Hermione sighed happily again, and looked up from her paper. The room was lightly lit in the candle light, flickering ever so slightly in the late our, and felt such ease in her surroundings. No wonder the past head girls have never left their room. It's just so peaceful in here.

The large four-poster bed, the warm red and gold rug to greet your naked toes in the morning, the cosy ambiance the drapes and candles gave off, it was just like a second home.

Second only to the home she spent her summer, with her parents.

I wonder what they are doing right now. She looked over to her side at the table in front of the couch she was curled up on, and laughed at herself. Asleep probably. It is 3 am in the morning. As the delicious heat of her drink swirled in her mouth and soothed her neck, she felt her toes curl in delight.

Draco.

It had been like a blur since their free period before potions.

"Draco that isn't funny! You are dressed, I'm not!" Hermione held her naked chest tightly, pouting furiously at him. Where Draco had miraculously dressed himself completely with a wave of his hand into his black robes and mask, Hermione had only just managed to pull on her long socks, her skirt, her underwear, and nothing else.

"Just the way I like you." he teased.

"Draco, I am warning you." Her cheeks became even redder. "I will go to Potions without a bra if I have to!"

"All the more distraction for me." He said rather smugly. "Hate potions…" Draco just stepped out of her way again, holding her lacy bra high above his 7 feet, and way out of her reach. Though he loved to see her try… "Love braless Hermiones."

"You will not love tender-less Hermoines, which you will jolly well get if you don't give that bra back to me right now!"

Hermione found herself giggling behind one hand, placing her mug down and fighting off a laughing fit.

Hermione jumped up and snagged onto his neck with both hands, and wrapped her legs around him.

"Hermione, if you wanted that you had only to ask." He inclined his head instantly, unable to control his hunger for her. Even after their hot, first ever 'love session'. But Hermione pushed down on his shoulders and actually started to climb him! Draco stumbled back onto the very couch they had writhed together on, hung the arm he held her bra with over the back of the couch, and slipped his other hand up her skirt.

"You randy cad! Give me back my bra!"

"Take it." He purred, loving how her efforts to retrieve her lost clothing made her wriggle pleasantly on his lap.

"Draco we are going to be late!"

"Screw potions."

"I am not missing my lesson! And neither are you!" Hermione climbed half over his shoulder, trying to get her bra. Draco found this situation hilarious, Hermione was just embarrassed like hell. She gave up, pushed herself back down to sit on his lap and glared at him. "Draco Draig Damnatio Draconian, if you do not return my bra this instant, I will not let you touch me or talk to me and get a response of any sort, for a month!"

By this point Hermione was covering her mouth with both hands, desperately trying not to enter a laughing fit and wake up the rest of her house. It was just so comical how quickly Draco had thrust her bra at her and even tried to help her put it on!

They had gone to potions, luckily Professor Snape was late for some reason and never found out they were 5 seconds late. All through the lesson where they finally brewed the paroxysm potion, perfectly might she add, Draco had brushed hands with her, shoulders lightly, placed his hand on her knee when sat and her thigh when stood up! And all he could say was 'that colour suits you'. He was referring to her deep blush, of course.

Hermione cleared her report and her clutter of notes and used ink pots away and started to get ready for bed. Unfortunately Draco had had a detention with Professor Moody to attend and had to separate from her after potions. But not before brushing the side of her face affectionately with the back of his fingers when no one was looking, and purred at her softly. She didn't want him to go. She just wanted him to sweep her off her feet, take her to a room, any room, she didn't care which one, and let him love her again.

Right now however, she was basking as the hot water of her shower poured over her skin. I may not have had sex with Draco today, but I feel like I really made love to him. I'm dying to see him again. Touch his skin again. Then she frowned. But he won't let me touch him or even kiss him unless I'm blindfolded first. Doesn't he trust me not to be upset he isn't exactly run of the mill looking? Or is it because he doesn't know I know he isn't run of the mill looking? Oh Merlin! He probably thinks I am expecting him to be prince charming under there or something. Poor Draco. She stepped out of the shower, brushed her hair and finished getting ready in the bathroom. She emerged back into her bedroom in a large, baggy red and golden dressing gown, and tucked her hair behind her ear. She walked straight to her dressing table, picked up and bobble and tied it back, her eyes closed in thought.

He thinks I'm expecting a handsome prince, and is probably terrified of me finding out he isn't one. But he is a prince. Just of a different kind. She brought her fist down into her palm. Well, if Draco doesn't think he is a prince charming, I'll just have to prove to him he is more of a prince than King Arthur and Sir Lancelot combined! Then, when he realises I won't care what he looks like, he will finally let me see him without that damn blindfold. She shivered pleasantly as she remembered how delicately his clawed fingers had traced the form peaks of her aroused nipples, and his smooth, hot lips had scorched passionate kisses down her neck, and everywhere else he could get them too! But I want to see him when he touches me, when I touch him.

Hermione rose from her dressing table, and over to her wardrobe. I want to see the look in his eyes when he moulds my body into ecstasy, when he holds me and see how much he means those wicked sweet things he whispers to me. And I want him to see how I feel about him in my eyes, not just my words. If only I could prove to him his appearance wouldn't matter to me.

"We don't need that. I'm not afraid."

"No, but I am."

Well I'm not. And you should be either. It isn't your fault. I don't know how you ended up like you are, but it isn't your fault. And it doesn't change who you are. From what she felt of him, there wasn't anything grotesque or repulsive about him. in fact, it sparked at her curiosity, both academic and sensual.

Hermione sighed, realising this was ale well and good, but also very much the case of 'easier said than done'. So how do I do it?

How would she get him to shed his shroud? Take off the mask and let her finally give him all she had, and accept all he was too?

The Hisui Ball? He said he was going, and he can't wear his mask then…he is up to something. Hermione's well trained 'scheme-dar' was flaring. After being a prefect and head girl, the constant foiler of the twins latest escapades (when serious and possible) and being friends with Harry potter and Ron, it became like a 7th sense for her.

Her 6th sense being her woman's intuition.

Which was also buzzing in her head with alarm too.

So he is going to the ball…when he wasn't going to go…but he said that only because Malfoy wanted to take me. I think. But he will have to go now…I have to get to him before the ball. He'll never go if I don't help him now.

But still, how?

It would take the little grey cells time to work it out, that was the only thing she was certain of.

But as for now, it is 3:15 am, all my work is done, and I don't have my first class until 11am, history of magic. She smiled cheekily. I'm sure Draco will love that.

Draco Draig Damnatio Draconian was sat in the main hall hours later.

It was 8am, the average breakfast crowd starting to gather, and avoiding him.

The way he liked it.

Today he wore, once again, his black boots, long trousers coming over the top of them, held in place around his lean waist by a leather black belt and silver snake buckle, and something new.

A skin tight black long sleeved shirt, showing every ripple and curve of his toned abdomen, and firm, buff chest. His black school robes he was given, were open and barely over his shoulders, leather black gloves peering through his large sleeves. And of course, his tail was in a magical black sleeve that meant no on could see it, but until an invisibility cloak, if you had already seen or knew of his tail, you could see it in a dark sheath. He had that lazily coiled around the chair beneath him, one pumped arm hanging off the back of the chair, the other holding his boot as he rested it on his knee.

And of course, his demonic black mask that had large red eye lenses, and etchings of evil flames and ancient charm symbols on it surrounding the circumference of his head, his slight spikes pointing back off his head in the mask, as was the back of his head, and neck.

This sight greeted every student and teacher alike, setting off all the girls into giggle fits and gossip circles on their own circles.

But he ignored them, only giving a damn about one girl's opinion of his 'nice ass' and 'huge arms'. Amongst other things…

And here she came.

Hermione slowly made her way over to the table, Harry and Ron chatting behind her as she searched through her bag, no looking where she was going. And she was about to walk past him.

"…but I could have sworn I put my charms book right-Oof!" Hermione went flying, until her bum found a chair to the left of Draco, and she snapped her head round to see what and who the hell had happened.

Then she saw Draco…and his open robes…tight black shirt…and her legs trembled as she remembered what they had been doing when he had that shirt off…

"I think this is where you say good morning." He said cheekily, but quietly at her. "Am I right?" she snapped out of her gaga trance with a shake of her head.

"Sorry Draco. I was on autopilot. Good morning." She smiled at him, and put her bag down. The first thing he noticed was bags under her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I woke up at 3 am this morning." She chuckled tiredly. "Couldn't get back to sleep." She yawned slightly, as if her body wanted to prove her exhaustion. She was tired, but that wasn't the real reason. She didn't want to tell Draco she had been working on her essays to catch up for the time she was in the infirmary until 3 am, and then unable to get back to sleep. That would sound stupid to him.

"Shit." He pushed a plate towards her. Awwww, he got me my breakfast. That made her smile. "Eat, get your strength up." Hermione resisted the urge to laugh. I bet that was the dragon in him that concluded that eating would make everything better. But she did chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing. And thank you for getting my breakfast Draco. That was very sweet of you." She leaned forward to kiss his mask, but he quickly turned away and leaned on his left elbow on the table, turning away from her slightly.

"Don't mention it."

Cold. That was really cold.

Would he always be so cold after they were so intimate? She knew why he was off with her last time, he was caught off guard. But what was his excuse this time?

Hermione shook her head, and tried something else. She smiled brightly at him, and placed her hand on his shoulder. But he just jerked it off as if her hand offended him in some way, and shuffled a little further away from her.

"Heh heh." Feeling winded by his obvious rejection of her affections, Hermione raised a brow, and looked over her shoulder at the giggles.

On the Ravenclaw table, girls had gathered over their bowls of fruit and were giggling and pointing over at them.

No, at Draco.

"Oh…I see." She frowned. We're in public. He doesn't want to show any affection in public. She couldn't hide the look of disappointment in her face, as she turned to poke at her scrambled eyes with her fork. Not with me…

Draco looked over, when he was sure she wasn't going to try and kiss him again (and make him grab her for more) only to see her looking so…downtrodden? Hurt? Either way, he didn't like it.

"I thought you like scrambled eggs?" he pretended he gave a damn whether she liked eggs or not. He wouldn't bat an eyelid of she started eating his gloves, he just needed to get her to look at him.

"Oh, I do. I'm just not that hungry anymore I guess." She gave him a smile, and pushed her plate away. "But thank you for getting it me. It really was sweet." Hermione averted her eyes to her bag, and sighed. "Found it. I knew I put it in here." Hermione pretended to engross herself in her charms book, but Draco wasn't fooled.

But he wasn't clueless enough not to know why she was upset either.

They would have to have words later… "Do you eat in your room?" the change in subject caught him off guard slightly. But he recovered.

"Yeah." Hermione waited patiently, but it didn't seem he was going to tell her why. Well der, mask? He would have to take it off before he can eat anything. She then wondered if he had had to eat alone all his life. No wonder he is so…awkward around lots of people.

Of course, he wouldn't have been exactly alone. Not in the glade…

Draco turned his gaze to her again, and caught her looking so sorrowfully at him. "Hermione?" she blinked furiously and purposely averted her eyes back to her book. He knew he was being cold, the complete contrast to how he was yesterday alone with her. But that was the point, he was alone with her. He really wanted to have those words with her. Just the thought he was upsetting her unsettled him greatly. Great work Draco, not even passed breakfast, and you've screwed up already. Fuck.

"Hermione?" the new voice tore her away from her charms book, and her slightly blood shot brown eyes met brilliant green ones.

"Oh, hello Harry."

"Damn." He looked her up and down, running a hand through his messy back hair. A trait he picked up shortly after Professor Lupin told him of his father. "You look a mess." The two friends laughed.

Draco twitched, not liking the closeness between them. He's her friend, he's her friend, he isn't trying to move in on her, stop feeling so fucking protective! He roared at himself mentally. She isn't even you mate. Just a girlfriend. Even as he thought it, his red eyes looked through the mask at her brightening smile. He felt a mixture of fury that Harry was making her happy, and wounded that he wasn't the reason she was smiling. You're looking too much into this. Don't lose your temper. Not a dragon, not a dragon, not a dragon! "You always look like that after an all night working session. I bet you were up working on next year's homework again, right?" he laughed. "Or are we sticking to this year's this time?" Hermione chuckled nervously.

Oh great, now Draco will know why I stayed up.

"You were working?" Draco's voice came out a lot harsher than he intended, mirroring his inner conflicts in the form of cold fury.

"Well…" she chuckled timidly, pushing her slightly curly brown hair behind her ears. "I did had a lot of work to catch up on."

"Forget about it Draco, trust me. Hermione does that most nights." Harry chuckled, sitting next to Hermione with a smile. She was frantic. Oh Merlin, Draco is going to take that the wrong way! Quick, time to change the conversation's direction before he gets-

"And what do you mean by that, Potter?" …angry. Too late. Hermione sighed and realised she would have to calm Draco once again before he had a bite at Harry. She blinked. He wouldn't really take a bite out of Harry, would he?

Draco had one gloved fist clenched menacingly on the table, his body arched high to overshadow them both and his red lenses were drilling holes into Harry's eyes. Even though Harry didn't know he had said anything wrong, he still for some reason felt uneasy with Draco looking at him like that.

Wouldn't you?

"Harry has known me for years." Hermione began. "I used to fall asleep in the library in the early hours of the morning over a good book sometimes." She laughed…but died off when Draco didn't look one bit amused.

"And what was Potter doing with you to know that?" his voice was as cold and sharp as a murderous sword. And Hermione actually started to believe that the answer to her earlier question, was yes.

"I found her in the mornings. That's all." Harry defended himself, looked around once, and let out a relieved sigh. "Sorry 'Moine, here comes Ron. I need to talk to him about the new Quidditch timetables. Bye!" Harry was obviously grateful he had an excuse to escape from Draco's intense gaze, and hurried off to the other side of the table to sit with Ron and his sister.

Well, that went well. Hermione sighed, and looked back to her charms book.

What she wanted to do, was ask Draco what the hell was up with him this morning.

At first it seemed like he was in a good mood, playfully grabbing her and pulling her next to him, even getting her breakfast like he had been waiting for her.

But then he shrugged her off, refused to be more than civil with her, and now almost launched himself at Harry! Why did his mood change so drastically?

"…aren't you going to eat that?"

Hermione slammed her book shut.

She was tired.

She was confused.

She was having her own problems with how to be a good girlfriend and show Draco how much he meant to her, and all he could do is shrug her off and be bitter?

And all he can say is 'aren't you going to eat that!'

Calm Hermione. He might have just woken up a little grouchy. He is still your Draco, there will be a reason behind his behaviour, I just know it. Deep breaths. She took her own advice, and calmly turned to him.

"We have a few hours before HOM studies. I'm going to go to the libr-"

"You're going to go to bed." She blinked at him. did he just…order her to go to her room? No, he couldn't have.

Draco stood up, threw her bag over his shoulder, and looked to her expectantly.

He did. "And you're not going to be so stupid again." Hermione's resolve was prickling.

He just called her stupid. Her, Hermione, stupid!

"What did you just call me? I'll accept a bad mood but not rude insults." She spoke in a hushed tone, getting to her feet also.

"You have only just really gotten out of the infirmary, and you pull a stunt like staying up all night." He hissed at her, grabbing her arm firmly. "And then you lie about it." That seemed to sting him more than her actually staying up.

"It's my life Draco, if I want to stay up I can. You're not my father, for heavens sake." She pulled her bag from him, and yanked her arm back. "What is wrong with you this morning?" Hermione started walking away, Draco in pursuit. "Have I done something?"

"You lied to me."

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to think I was silly, that's all." she huffed, embarrassed at being caught. "I meant no harm."

"I doesn't matter what you meant. You still did it." Again, he took her bag right out of her hands. The 7 foot tall, black clad dragon hybrid towered over the much smaller bright eyed, bushy haired Hermione, as he walked her back to the Gryffindor tower. Hermione was livid! He was treating her like a naughty little child! He had no right! And she was bloody certain to let him know that. "And you will never keep things like that from me again, understood?"

"All I understand is that I don't understand." Hermione stood a little way away from the portrait of the fat lady, and raised her head to look him right in the eyes the best she could. Even if they were hidden behind his mask. "I have already apologised, and explained why."

"Well there was no point, because I do think you are 'silly'."

"And stupid, apparently!" Again, Hermione forcedly tore her bag from him.

"That isn't important."

"It is to me!" she pointed at her chest firmly, and threw her bag to the floor to vex. Hermione was just glad that no one else was around to witness this little 'tiff'.

"That's ridiculous. I wasn't referring to your intelligence so don't get your feathers ruffled." He crossed his arms over his vast chest, and looked away defiantly.

"I have every right to be ruffled!"

"No you don't." he said boredly.

"Yes I do! Every girl has the right to have her feathers ruffled when their own boyfriend doesn't want to even be seen as such in public!" Hermione spat, and panted slightly, before closing her eyes and brushing herself off. "If I'm that bad for your image then why did you even ask me to be with you in the first place." His head immediately snapped back to look at her, only to see her retreating back. "And I will not be ordered around and interrogated about everything I did since we last met like some imbecile. Or treated as one." She growled. "And I am not stupid!" her brown eyes prickled with tears in a way that pounded at Draco like he was the scum of the world. At least, he felt that way.

"Yes, you are!" he roared, reaching out to grab her. He didn't care which part, he just wanted to touch her so badly. But she stepped back, and scowled at him.

"Why!"

"Because you are blind, that's why!" he finally wrapped his large hands and clawed fingers around her upper arms, before crashing her against his mighty chest. Hermione struggled at first, but he wasn't having any of it. His muscular arms enveloped her to him; there was no escape. "Don't you think I want to act like your boyfriend in public? Hold you, hold your hand, kiss you? Do you think I would still be wearing this damn fucking mask and these grotesque gloves if I could? No! I would be touching your skin, with mine, kissing your lips, with mine. I would be touching you all the time, even when you slept if I could." He whimpered. How could she ever think he wouldn't want her because of his 'image'? it was his appearance he hated about himself the most. To think he could hold his vanity above her was like blasphemy to him.

"You can still hold me, like this." Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist, spreading her fingers out and bunching fists into his robes. "And you could still hold my hand. And I tried to kiss your mask today, why wouldn't you let me? Because it wasn't your skin!" now I am sorry, but you don't need to take your gloves off just to hold my hand, just a little bit of affection. Hermione pressed her face against his chest, finding his heart beat surprisingly loud, and fast too. Odd…

"You still don't understand. Look at me." She reluctantly raised her face from his chest, and craned her neck back to look up at his masked face. It was cocked to one side, and she could almost feel the turmoil of sadness and desperation in his voice. "Didn't you think there was a reason I wear these clothes? This mask? Did you think I like wearing these things?" Hermione wanted to say something, but her voice felt to dry, like it would crack and split if she even tried. "Do you think I like having to blind fold you before I can even touch you?" she could have sworn his voice wavered at the end. But if it did, he hid it well.

"…no I…" I know why you wear your mask. But that doesn't explain why you won't be even the slightest bit intimate with me. Draco could obviously still see her confusion, as he groaned and continued.

"I can't tell you everything, so don't even ask of me more than what I say now." he seemed to hold her closer to him, as if he needed the comfort to continue. "But I have to hide my face. I have to." My Merlin, it sounds as if he has no other choice. Is he…being forced to wear it? "I can't…be recognised." He looked away sharply, looking around as if to ensure they were still alone. "If the wrong person discovered I was here…bad things would happen." He retuned his gaze to her, and lifted her up until he could bury his face in her neck, and cradle her to him. "Especially to the ones closest to me."

He didn't say anything else.

He didn't need to.

Hermione scolded herself for not thinking of it sooner.

She knew what Draco was, but she never did find out how he became two thirds dragon. It isn't natural, so either he did something…

…or someone else did something to him.

Is that it? Was he hiding his appearance because he didn't want his 'makers' to find him? Not because he was afraid of what people would think of him? Or was it a mixture of both?

Oh of course! And he can't let anyone know I'm his girlfriend encase he is discovered and I become target! His weakness! Hermione squeezed her arms around him, trying to show her understanding to him, and her feelings. Anyone could let slip he is here. Whether the likes of Malfoy and other shady character's children 'telling daddy', or an innocent comment in Hogsmede or somewhere else over the holidays. Why didn't I see that!

"I'm sorry Draco. I never thought, I should have realised, oh bother!" she sniffled and moved her arms around his neck, rousing him from her hair. "I really am stupid."

For a moment they were quiet, simply poised like this against the wall around a corner, out of sight.

"No, no you are not. You are the smartest, most understanding person in the world." Draco lowered her to her feet, and cupped her face tenderly, his words being the most sincere they had ever been. "I am the idiot. I should have mentioned this to you yesterday. I had the opportunity, but I guess…I just wanted more time to prepare myself." He brushed his thumb over her lips. "You don't know how hard it is to tell you girlfriend you can't be anything but casual in public. Only able to show your true feelings and desires behind closed doors. And even then, only my closed doors. It, hurts. And I bet it hurts you more." Maybe this isn't fair. No it isn't fair. It isn't fair of me to ask this of her, to not be able to give her what she deserves. She deserves someone who can make her smile, make her laugh and hold her, no matter who is watching. She should have to look around to see if the coast is clear, before it's safe to even hold my hand. What a simple gesture. If I was anyone else, Hermione could be in the arms of her boyfriend all day, laugh, and feel loved like she should. Like she deserves. Draco stroked his fingers through her thick brown hair, loving the sparkle that seemed to have returned to her big brown eyes. I don't deserve her. I never did, and I never will. His hands dropped sadly from her hair, and he closed his eyes, his head hung forward.

But his hands never drooped by his sides. Instead, they were cradled together by a pair of soft, delicate hands against a warm chest, right at the base of a feminine neck.

"I'm sorry." He looked up, entranced by her beautiful eyes.

"…what for?"

"I should have known, you shouldn't have had to tell me." She laughed. "Where was that famous brain of mine? I swear it goes on holiday every time I'm near you." She beamed.

"I stupefy you?" he cocked his head to one side. Was that a good thing?

"Yep." Hermione chuckled, and pulled him further around the corner.

Hermione was happy, smiling again.

She was smiling more brightly than he had ever seen yet.

Much more brightly than she had for Harry. His pride swelled ever so slightly. "You know, I don't see anyone. Do you?" Draco blinked, and looked around. He took in all the smells and sounds surrounding him, from the dusty oils of the paintings, to the soft grating sound of the staircases changing direction smoothly.

"No." he turned his head back to her, only to be greeted by a chaste kiss on the leather over his cheek. "…no…no one at all." Draco cupped her face, and lowered his mouth to hers, desperately wanting more of her, yearning to worship all of her.

He brushed the smooth mouth of the mask over rose lips, back and forth, a soft thrumming vibrating from deep in his chest. A feral growl rumbled through his mask and against her lips, making Hermione tremble. He pushed his mouth against hers, only the leather separating them, getting hotter under the heat of their breath and wet from both sides.

Hermione dragged her hands down his front, feeling his lean chest through his skin tight shirt, wanting to 'claw' and pull on it. Draco's tail started to sway behind him, and he pressed his buff body hard against hers, until she was backed up completely against the wall. He slammed one fist above her head, and with the other he held the side of her face up for him. No, I don't deserve her. But I'll be damned if I ever let her go without a fight. He purred deeply, his eyes behind the lenses getting as narrow as slits when-

"Hermione!"

They both jumped apart, Hermione stepping forward and frantically fixing her hair back where it was before Draco finger combed it, and Draco twisted his body round until his back was the only thing on view. "Hermione! There you are!" Harry and Ron scuttled around the corner, out of breath and seemingly relieved. "We found your charms book on the table in the dining hall, left behind, and then Ron fell over you bag!" Harry said, half relieved half amused.

"We thought someone had kidnapped you!" Ron spluttered, getting his breath back. His cheeks were the same colour as his hair.

"Ha! Hardly. Oh, thank you Harry." She took her bag from him. "And you too Ron. I didn't mean to make you worry." She chuckled, before looking over her shoulder. "I was just doing some research that couldn't wait." Draco looked over his shoulder at her. She couldn't see it, but he was smirking at her. Little minx. I'll give you research.

"Like always." Harry laughed. "So…what do you want to do before HOM studies? We have hours yet."

"We could go hang in the common room." Ron suggested. Where that oversized Snape successor can't follow us. He thought bitterly to himself.

"Or we could go outside. They've relayed the pitches, and I haven't seen them yet."

"Or better yet, why don't you two go play little boys' games and leave Hermione to her research?" Draco spat. But Hermione knew better…

"I really am behind. You two go on behind me, I need to catch…up."

They had already gone. "Those two." She chuckled. Little did she know Draco was stood right behind her, his red eye lenses glowing maliciously and the soul reason for the boy's swift departure.

"Hermione." He purred. At first he hesitated, but he put his hands on her hips. "Behind closed doors." He whispered huskily into her ears, before snaking both hands round to her front, and pulling he back into the shadows…

AN: DA DA DA!

GUESS WHO'S BACK?

BACK AGAIN.

I AM BACK.

TELL A FRIEND!

I'm back with a new name!

Draguna DORAGON! Yay me!

Draco D: erm…isn't that just another way of saying Dragon?

Draguna Doragon: yep! Japanese actually! grins

Hermione: I thought the Japanese word for Dragon was Ryuu?

Draguna Doragon: It is.

Hermione:…then why did you say Doragon was Japanese?

Draguna Doragon: because it is. beams

Hermione: sweat drops but you just said-

Draco D: I'm guessing there is more than one way of saying it, right?

Draguna Doragon: Yes sir-ee-bob!

Draco D: folds arms and looks like his badass self

Hermione: rolls her eyes, then suddenly swoons over, collapsing

Draguna Doragon: takes her pen off of the paper and chuckles evilly at her shouldn't have rolled her know-it-all eyes at me heh heh.

Draco D: Hermione! NOOO! dives and picks her up WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!

Draguna Doragon: shrugs I don't like looking stupid. grins Besides…I thought you could use a present after guessing my name meaning so correctly.

Draco D: what are you- Looks at unconscious Hermione in his arms, looks up again with devilish glee Ohhhhh, that kind of present. Excuse me. vanishes into a shadow.

Draguna Doragon: well, I guess that just leaves me to-

Hermione: OHHHHHHHHDDDDRRRAAAACCCOOOOOO!

Draguna Doragon: Left eye twitches …roll things up…

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Draguna Doragon.