A/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday. I had severe writers block, and I was kind of in a bad mood and didn't really feel like writing. This chapter may not be as good, but I'll make it up with an even better chapter next time.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter. Oh, and I also don't own the name of the song "Hungry Eyes"

Chapter 10: Hungry Eyes

Hermione heard voices. She furrowed her eyebrows together and made a sound that came out like a disturbed moan. The voices stopped.

Hermione's eyes flew open. She heard sighs of relief, but didn't know who was there. She blinked her eyes into focus. Sitting next to her and holding her hand was Draco. Sitting on the bed was Harry, and hovering around her was Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, and Blackburn.

"What happened?" Hermione asked. She winced after talking. She had a killer headache.

"You don't remember?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head.

"You got hit," Draco told her.

"I did?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"Who found me?" Hermione asked, rubbing her forehead.

"I did," Professor Blackburn quipped.

"How long ago?" Hermione asked. Everyone went silent.

"How long?" Hermione repeated.

"Yesterday," Draco told her. Her eyes widened.

"Yesterday?"

"Mr. Malfoy was getting worried after you were half an hour late for patrolling. He came to my office, we went looking, and I found you," Professor Blackburn told her. Hermione looked over at Draco. It looked like he hadn't slept all night. Hermione didn't care who was watching. She reached her hand over and cupped his face. He nuzzled his cheek into her hand and covered her hand with his own. Harry saw this, said his good-byes, and left. Everyone else filed suit except for Draco. When the door shut, Draco's hidden tears began to roll down his face.

"I got so scared. I just saw you lying there and…and…"

"I'm okay," Hermione whispered. "I'm okay." Draco laid his forehead on her bed and took deep steady breaths. Hermione brushed her fingers through his hair silently.

"I've never seen you cry before," Hermione murmured.

"You know I'm not much for emotion," Malfoy told her. Hermione smiled gently.

Madam Pomfrey bustled back in.

"How are you feeling, Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"My head hurts a little. But I'm okay," Hermione replied.

"Do you think you are well enough to leave?" Hermione nodded her head. She wanted to be with Draco.

"If you need anything else, do not hesitate to come in here," Madam Pomfrey told her. Hermione smiled at her in response.

Hermione ran a hand through her hair and slipped into her pajamas. As she changed, the door knocked. It was Draco.

"Hey," Hermione greeted. Draco didn't reply. He walked right up to her and placed his lips on hers. When they broke apart, his breathing was labored.

"I got so scared," Draco told her. Hermione didn't say anything. She just leaned in and kissed him again. He reveled in her kiss. He wanted to make this right, not end up fighting like last time. He began to move her straps to her pajamas. He was going to make this slow and tantalizing so that they would both enjoy it. He kissed her slowly and passionately, feeling the warmth of her hands on his chest. Her hands moved to the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged it up. He helped her tug it off. Hermione's lips kissed down to his jaw line, then to his neck. Draco gulped, and slipped her pajamas off. His eyes closed, his breathing fast as he felt Hermione's kisses and licks down to his chest. Her hands moved to his pants and slowly were taken off.

Draco took her by the shoulders and backed her up against her bed. She moved with him and laid herself down. His hands explored her body slowly, feeling every inch and curve there was. His lips moved down to her chest, where they paid equal amounts of attention to her breasts. His hands moved down to feel her legs slowly. He started at her thighs and moved down to her calves. She could hear her breathing coming in, in short puffs. His tongue moved down to her stomach, his eyes looking up to see her reaction. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and affection. Her mouth was parted open. His lips traveled back up to hers, entrapping them in another kiss. His fingers caught the elastic waistband of her panties, and down they came. Hermione did the same to his boxers. He looked at her again and she looked back. Hermione let out a little giggle and kissed him. As they kissed, he eased himself into her gently. That night, nothing else mattered but them.

Hermione woke up the next morning stretching and happy. She looked to the side and saw Draco sleeping. She smiled at his sleeping form and kissed his forehead. She watched him as he stirred. She smiled.

"Good morning," She greeted.

"Hey," Was the reply. They smiled at each other. Things were going great until,

"Hermione!" She heard. It was Harry's. Both of their eyes widened.

"Go in my bathroom!" She hissed. Draco didn't hesitate. He very quickly and quietly moved into the bathroom, shutting the door as gently as he could.

"Hermione!" Harry pounded on the door.

"I'm getting dressed!" Hermione shouted back. She quickly got into her uniform and checked herself. Once she was ready, she let Harry in.

"Yes?" She asked. Harry walked in. She noticed that his hair was all disheveled and his eyes were red.

"Harry, what's wrong?" He paced the room, his finger against his chin. Then, he looked at her.

"Hermione, I don't know about you, but…I think I know who it was that knocked you out," He said.

"Who do you think?" Hermione asked. It took Harry a long time to get this out. She could tell that it was really hard on him, but finally she heard,

"I think it was Professor Dumbledore,"