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A/N OK, I want to answer a few comments about why I am not doing a sequel to 'Reunion' or 'Her only escape' or a third part to the 'Enchanted' series. Honestly the answer is is because I don't want the stories to become clique'. There are so many Draco/Hermione fics out there that they end up married and with kids and what have you. I did that in the 'Enchanted' series, and I love it. But I don't want every story to end up like that. I want you guys to read and like it, but not know what is going to happen. And I can almost guarantee that you don't know what is going to happen in this story because I had a brainstorm! I hope you all keep reading and maybe by the time I finish this and 'The Deal' I may have a new story brewing. I love all of my faithful reviewers and all you new ones as well. Happy reading and don't forget to review!

The Bathtub incident

The rest of the day Draco spent sulking in his room thinking of ways to leave. He had decided it was too risky to stay there. He was having too many thoughts and emotions for his own good. He needed to stay stern, unfeeling. It was the only way to stay safe and alive.

Hermione busied herself with things about the house all day, not wanting to admit that she felt some sort of sick attraction to her wounded guest. She had let her emotions go last night and he had comforted her. And she had let him. Hermione was all too happy when Ginny and Tonks arrived at the house. Ginny ran and hugged her before making her way up to Harry's room where he was napping. Tonks came in the kitchen with bright blue hair and several piercings.

"Hey Hermione, whatcha doing?" she asked.

"Those real?" Hermione asked pointing to her eyebrow piercing.

"Yeah, the order is pissed." she said laughing. Hermione laughed.

"I bet."

"So I hear we have a houseguest." Tonks said in a suggestive way.

"Gods, does the world have to know?" Hermione huffed. "Lot of good it will do to hide him if everyone knows he is here."

"Just the top order members and Ginny know. How is he treating you?" Tonks asked.

"Just fine. He is actually tolerable most of the time." Hermione told her.

"I see." Tonks smiled.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Someone has a crush on her patient." Tonks said in a sing-song way. Hermione scowled.

"Do not!" she yelled.

"Look, I know these things. I'm gonna go check him out." she laughed before running up the steps and locking the door so Hermione couldn't get in.

Draco looked startled as the blue haired girl entered his room.

"Mr. Malfoy." she said. "Nice to finally meet you." His eyes were bulging out of his head as he took in this woman's strange appearance.

"Let me in Tonks!" Hermione could be heard yelling outside of the door. Tonks ignored the yelling and sat in a chair near his bed.

"I'm Tonks." she said. "You must be Draco, can I call you Draco?" she asked. He shrugged, still not speaking.

"The order heard about you stunning Snape. Good job." she told him.

"Yeah." he muttered. He had been in a bad mood since he had snapped at Hermione earlier.

"Glad to have you on our side." Tonks said standing up to leave. "You better get some rest." Draco nodded at her before resting his head on the pillow. As Tonks was leaving Hermione made her way in.

"Sorry bout that." she said shyly. "She ran up here before I could stop her."

"Don't worry about it." he said flatly, not looking up at her. He felt bad for snapping at her but refused to apologize.

"I'm sorry about pestering you earlier too." she said. He looked up surprised. He couldn't think of a single time anyone had said they were sorry to him, especially when it was his fault.

"It wasn't your fault." he finally said. "Don't apologize for something you didn't do."

"Uh…what?" she said. He had caught her off guard.

"I snapped at you, so why are you apologizing?" he asked, finally looking at her.

"I just…uh…well you are my guest and I didn't want you to be upset. Of course I knew it wasn't my fault." she smirked.

"Well…" he said putting his hand behind his head in a casual manner.

"Yeah, I will check on you later." she said walking out the door.

Draco punched his pillow several times in frustration.

'I am losing my bloody mind.' he thought to himself. The sun was just beginning to set making the light blue canvas full of radiant colors. Wispy clouds dotted the sky as he looked out longing to be free. Not to have to hide from Voldemort any more. He sighed heavily before attempting to get up to use the loo. He was no longer in pain but he felt weak. He reached the bathroom and opened the door without knocking. The light was on but he didn't see or hear anyone so he figured it was empty. He walked over to the toilet and began to do his business when he heard soft singing coming from the bathtub. He froze and pulled his shorts up slowly. Turning around he came face to face with Hermione who was in the tub, eyes closed with some kind of black things on her ears. She was singing off key not paying any attention to Draco who was stunned to see her. Immediately his face turned red as he noticed the bubbly water barely covering her breasts.

"Oh gods." he mumbled trying to get out of the bathroom before anyone noticed he had been in there. Not paying attention to what he was doing he tripped over the rubbish bin and fell head first into the soapy water. Hermione opened her eyes at the commotion before screaming bloody murder at the intruder whose head was still underwater. When Draco surfaced she desperately scrambled to cover herself with her arms and an available towel.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she yelled. He was gasping for air and trying to wipe the sudsy water out of his eyes.

"I tripped." he snapped, embarrassed out of his mind at his current situation.

"GET OUT!" she finally screamed her body turning a pale shade of red.

He turned around and left the bathroom dripping wet making his way down the hall towards his room. Just as he got to the staircase Potter and the weasel were running up as fast as they could.

"We heard Hermione scream, what is going on?" Harry asked.

"I fell and scared her, that's all." Draco said coolly. He decided he didn't owe them any explanation. And with that he turned and went in his room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

Hermione was stunned as she sat there in the tub half covered by a sopping wet towel. Draco freaking Malfoy had just seen her naked as the day she was born. Hermione started to get up when Harry and Ron burst through the door.

"Hermione, we heard you scream are you alright?" Ron asked breathlessly.

"CAN ANYONE TAKE A BATH IN THIS HOUSE WITHOUT INTERUPTION?" she yelled at the two of them. Harry and Ron looked down at the floor quickly realizing their best friend was naked.

"Sorry." they both mumbled. Hermione grabbed her robe off of the hook and put it on.

"I'm dressed now, you can look up." she said.

"We heard you scream. Malfoy said he fell. Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he fell in the tub with me." she said red-faced.

"What?" Harry yelled. "Why was he in here with you?"

"He didn't realize I was in here and I didn't hear him come in, I had my headphones on." she said holding up the dripping wet black headphones.

"Your head whats?" Ron asked.

"Never mind. Anyway what do you two think you are doing? I can take care of myself." she said tapping her foot in an annoyed fashion.

"We were just trying to help." Ron said sheepishly.

"Well thanks but if you will excuse me I am going to get dressed." she said.

Harry and Ron turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

"Gods!" she huffed. She dried off and pulled on her nightgown and dried her hair. She dreaded going into her room with him where she would have to face him.

Meanwhile Draco sat on his bed waiting for the other shoe to drop. Either Potter and the Weasel would come down and beat the tar out of him or worse Hermione would come down and hex him into oblivion. She was after all the smartest witch to come out of Hogwarts. He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. It must be the two boys. He sat up on the bed and prepared himself for the worst. The door opened and Hermione stepped in quietly shutting it and locking it behind her. The sun was almost completely set and the room was just faintly visible around him. Hermione's white nightgown glowed in the dim light giving her an eerie appearance. She took her wand and lit the candle next to his bed before sitting next to him.

"Look I'm sorry." he said quietly.

"Shhhh…" she said putting her finger over his lips to silence him. Instinctively he grabbed her finger and kissed it lightly. She looked into his slivery eyes with her caramel ones. He took her whole hand and kissed it gently before taking both of her arms and wrapping them around his neck. Then he lowered his head and kissed her ever so gently. For all of its gentleness the kiss burned through both of them like a flame. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer still. He loved the warmth of her skin on his hands as he made tiny circles with his thumb on the arch of her back. He could feel the heat of the kiss burning hotter and brighter than he had ever felt before. She kissed him back with so much fire and passion that she seemed to melt into his body. Her hands ran through his hair sending chills up his back. He needed her warmth and companionship more than he thought he did. It had been so long since he had felt so safe and secure. He ran his hand up her nightgown, caressing gently. Her skin was soft and warm. He cupped her breast under her nightclothes and he heard her gasp in surprise before she leaned into him seeking his touch. She ran her tongue over his lips before her hands fell down from his neck to his lower back. They went up his t-shirt and engulfed his back with a warmness, a sense of peace and belonging. It felt so good to be in her arms but even more than that it felt right. His hand stroked her hair and slid down her back to draw her closer. She looked at him, her body shaking, her heart pounding. He knew she wanted him, and he wanted her just as badly. He knew it was wrong. It was wrong to kiss her like this. To feel like this. This was Hermione Granger, mudblood and all around know-it-all but his heart refused to think of her in this way any longer. And right or wrong he knew he was where he belonged. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils as she leaned in to kiss his neck. Draco didn't know how far this would go, he didn't know how long he could hold back from taking her right there. Her soft moans and steady breathing invaded his ears as he kissed her long and deep. One strap of her nightgown fell down onto her bare shoulders. He leaned over and kissed her exposed skin. She took a sharp inhale of breath as he did this. A smile played across his face. Knowing he could give her so much pleasure made as happy as he could ever remember being. Before he knew it the candle flickered out leaving the room bathed in moonlight. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth burning a flame within her. Clinging to her he sank down on the bed, arms and legs entwined, his body yearning for her.

He moaned her name, his hands eager roaming over her smooth white skin, learning the curves of her body, fanning the embers of desire into full flame. Over and over his tongue invaded her mouth, wrestling with hers, stealing the very breath out of her body. Her tiny frame laid on top of his and he held her close to his body. Not a hair could fit between them. She kissed down his neck and back up to his ears running her tongue in little circles teasing him. He moaned into her ear wanting to take her right then. She pulled his shirt off over his head and kissed his bare chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just then he heard someone approaching the room. Footsteps, getting closer and closer. He began to panic. What would happen if Potter or Weasley walked in and found them like this? They would thrash him and then possibly throw him back out onto the street. Voldemort would be able to find him again so he would have to run.

"Hermione." he whispered. She looked down at him in surprise. He had not called her Granger.

"Hermione…" he said again desperately trying to get her to respond. Instead she just looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"Hermione, someone is coming. Hermione…." he whispered again. He heard the doorknob turn. The creaking hinge echoed through the room. Draco began to panic.

"Hermione…" he said again. He closed his eyes not knowing what else to do short of pushing her off of his body. He heard the door open fully and then shut again and he prepared himself for a verbal and physical berating.

"Hermione…what is going on?" he whispered to her. He opened his eyes and looked at the person who just entered the room. It was Hermione. She was standing in front of a small mirror brushing her hair when she heard him call her name. His eyes opened slowly and he looked at her as if she was a ghost.

"Are you alright?" she asked walking towards his bed.

"Oh…uh, yeah. I must have fallen asleep." he said turning red.

"Okay." she said turning away from him.

"I am sorry about walking in on you in the bath." he told her.

"It's okay. I should have locked the door." she replied.

"I should have knocked." he said sheepishly.

"It's fine."

"No it's not. I am so embarrassed."

"Me too." she giggled. But in Draco's mind he was more embarrassed thinking of the dream he had just had about her. His whole body had felt on fire. He had felt a longing he had pushed to the back of his mind. He stared at her taking in her every feature. She was wearing the same nightgown she had been in the dream.

"Look, let's just pretend it never happened okay?" she said. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"Goodnight." she said as she blew out the candles and climbed into bed.

"Goodnight Hermione." he whispered closing his eyes desperately trying to get back to his dream.