A/N: Finally, the weekend! Maybe now I can finish this up quicker for you guys! I know that chapter took too long. I will try to make it up to you in this one! Sorry !

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Chapter Eight: Time Will Tell

Hermiones POV:

"Ron!" I asked in pure shock as I looked over him How did this happen? He was fine two hours ago!

"Hey Hermione…" I ushered him in and pulled him to the sofa infront of the fire place.

"You poor thing. What happened?" I asked as I rubbed his back. How could anybody do this? And to Ron?

He sighed. "Well… It's not what it looks like. Well, actually, half of it is. Harry had had some sort of fight with you as you would probably already know of. He didn't really tell me about it, and, after what he had done, I really wasn't willing to listen even if he had. I guess he did need someone to talk to, but, seeing as he didn't, he had to let out his rage. I was just walking through the halls when he sent a punch right to my eye."

Harry was crossing the line, but I understood and Ron did too. Harry, having been through many troubles in his life, always had us to talk about them to. He didn't this time. I guess we should have saw something of this sort coming.

"Oh Ron, I'm so sorry, but what about your poor arm?" Ron blushed at this.

"Well… ahem. I was helping Neville chase his frog down the moving stairs and I tripped and tumbled down a few flights. It was horrible." I smiled. Ron was such a klutz.

"You're too funny, Ron."

He grinned. "I know."

"So, before we get comfy, would you like some tea?"

"Sure thing!" He licked his lips.

I walked over to the kitchen and started up the kettle. I got out the teacups, milk, sugar and cream before sitting back down with Ron.

He started. "So, what was the fight with Harry all about?"

"Well…" I told him the whole story. I hated to remember it. The minute Harry had pushed me against the wall, it was like he was a different person. I couldn't stand it. As much as I hated to admit it, being in the situation I was, I missed my good buddy, Harry.

"That gutless slimeball. When does he stop? I should talk to him tomorrow. And Malfoy? What's up with him? Usually he would love to see that."

"Ya, I know. Usually…" I trailed off looking back on the events that had occurred in the past two days.

"Hermione… Are you hiding something from me?" He asked with a playful smile on.

Suddenly, Dracos door flew open and he stated like a child, "I smell tea!"

Ron and I looked at him like he had just ate a beaver… whole.

(A/N: Lmao. Me, being a canadian, love the fact that all you others think we're all about beavers. It's so funny. It's like us thinking you americans are obsessed with eagles. Hah. Well my fellow Canadians will get and beaver comments… Hah.)

"Uh ya… I'm making some…"

"Oh," he said, half realizing his ultimate weirdness.

He slowly and awkwardly walked down the stairs and over to the kitchen. He walked over to the kettle and just stared at it.

Both Ron and I turned to watch him. "Malfoy…"

"Oh, What?"

"You're staring at the kettle. It's freaking me out."

Finally, he snapped out of his gaze. He looked over to me and then Ron. He smirked.

"So Weasel, what happened? Fall down the stairs?" Why were his guesses always right?

Ron blushed. Draco laughed. "You did, didn't you! Hah, what a loser." Rons blush turned into a red fiery shade.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Atleast I didn't get beat up by Seamus." Draco and I both glared at Ron. It wasn't his fault he heard what he heard, but we both knew Seamus played dirty.

"Listen, Weasel," Draco spoke as he walked forward in a slow, intimidating manner, "Seamus didn't win this fight. Not only did Hermione have to save him, but when she did, he took a cheap punch at me. He couldn't win a fight against me if he was Hercules."

He told it like it was. Rons eyes went wide. "I don't believe you. Stop trying, Malfoy."

I was still stunned that Malfoy had called me by my first name. Malfoy turned his glare on Ron towards me. I knew what I had to do. I sighed.

"… It's – It's true Ron." Ron looked at me with eyes, pleading for me to say that I was lieing.

"See, Weasel face? Get your stories straight. Now, when is the tea going to be ready?"

At that moment, the kettles alarm went off. "Now," I said.

"Hey! That's our tea! Not yours!" Ron exclaimed, quickly rushing over to where the kettle was. I laughed. They were so childish sometimes.

"No, Weasley. It's mine and Hermiones tea. It's our kitchen and our tea, therefore I am entitled to some of the tea!"

"Hermione!" Ron whined.

"Unfortunately, Ron, Malfoy is right." I then directed my words to Draco. "But I did make some tea for Ron, therefore he gets some." Malfoy grunted.

"Fine."

I poured the tea for both the boys and then for myself. Ron and I then went and sat back down on the couch, setting our cups on the coffee table infront of it. Malfoy followed in the same procedure. I noticed this and spoke.

"Uh, Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"Well we were planning on us just chatting…"

"Point?"

"Alone?"

"Point?"

Ron burst in. "Could you leave!"

"No," Draco replied rudely.

Both Ron and I glared at him. We knew that we would not let him get to us.

"So Ron, anything new?" I started.

"Not really. I can't wait 'till quidditch though! Oh, and the Halloween dance! Aren't you suppose to be planning it? Or helping plan it?" I smiled. Yes I was.

"Yep. Me and Draco are suppose to," Shit. I just called him Draco. Darn. Ok, play it smooth. "…Plan it. We should start planning it sooner or later. I can't wait. Have you thought of what you want to go as?"

He didn't seem to notice my small mistake with Dracos name.

"No, actually. I haven't really put much thought into it. Have you?"

"No, but I have some ideas. I might have to browse some shops first."

"Oh. Well, who are you going with? Seamus?" I could see Dracos disgusted look from the chair across from where I was facing.

"Well, I don't know. He's rather mad at me right now, and for a stupid reason." I saw Dracos face glow from the corner of my eye.

"What was the reason?"

"Uh… Well after the fight I just talked to Malfoy, and he got upset." Ron gave me a confused look.

"Why were you talking to Malfoy?" he asked, turning around to give Draco a glare.

Malfoy cut in. "She wanted to see if I was okay because she cares," he answered with a smirk.

What was he doing!

Rons cheeks went red. "She would never care about someone like you. You don't deserve it."

Ahem… Well… I did care, but I didn't really want Ron to know that.

Unfortunately, Malfoy did.

"Oh, but she does. When Seamus found out, he left her at Hogsmead by herself." Ron turned to me for a different story. I blushed.

"Ron… I… I just wanted to check if he was… hurt."

" 'Mione! Why would you care if he was hurt?"

"I don't know…"

Ron got up. "That's it 'Mione. What's going on between the two of you!"

This shocked both Draco and I.

"Nothing-" I was interrupted by a now smirking Draco

"Well, Weasley. It seems as though little Granger has developed a crush on me. I tried to stop it, but I know how girls hormones can be…" Draco stood up.

"Never! I bet it's you who likes her!" Dracos eyes widened. It was my turn to smirk.

"In her dreams," he replied, regaining his composure.

"Oh, really? Is that why you helped her when she was in trouble with Harry?" Ron asked in an angry tone. I loved how he was fighting my battle. Draco seemed caught off guard by this question.

"I was just… Shut up Weasley. Can't a guy just do something nice?"

"Not someone like you."

"Whatever. Get over it, Weasley. Your little friend likes me. Talk to her about it." Finally, I came back into the conversation.

"I don't like you, Malfoy. You're the one who attempted to seduce me on the train!"

"You're the one who kissed me for saving you from Potter!"

"You're the one who started making out with me on the carriage!

"You… You liked it!"

"I did not-" Interrupted once again. Blast.

"What! You guys have been kissing! When did this start? Hermione!" Ron was yelling.

"It's not how it seems, Ron!"

"Yes, it is!" Shut up, Malfoy!

"No, it's not!" I yelled back at Draco as I slid past Ron and started to make my way to the kitchen to put my cup back.

Suddenly, I was grabbed around the waist and pulled into a forceful kiss. At that moment, it was like I was in another world and no one else was there. I started kissing back, immediately sliding my tongue into the persons mouth.

"HERMIONE!" I heard an angry yell from behind me. I quickly pushed the person back a bit, only to find a smirking Malfoy.

Malfoy spoke to Ron. "See, Weasley? I told you. She's head over heels for me. And do you see that red mark on the left side of her chest? Oh ya…" He looked back down to me, and I glared at him. I tried to cover the mark but my one-shoulder shirt showed it all too clearly. How could he!

Rons eyes widened with rage. "He gave that to you! Good Merlin, Hermione! That's a hicky if I ever saw one!"

"Ron…" I tried.

"No, Hermione. I can't believe you! Of all people! And you didn't even tell me!" With that, the angry red head left the Common Room and slammed the door behind him.

Draco was still holding me. I looked up at him.

"How could you!" I yelled at him. He didn't answer me.

His lips came crashing down on mine into another mind blowing kiss. My anger only turned into passion as his lips brushed against mine. They were soft and made me crave what was beyond them. His tongue brushed against my lips asking for entry.

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
Where I'll meet you at the door

I more than willingly gave it to him. Our tongues danced together, each fighting for dominance. I ran my hand through his amazingly soft hair as my other hand rested on his chest. My fingers traced circles around his lower chest as our kiss grew passionate and deep. My hand slid under his shirt and my finger twirled around the hair from his belly button to his private area. I heard him groan loudly into the kiss and his member began to press against my abdomen. I gasped into the kiss.

I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

One of his hands rested on my lower back while the other one slyly slid up to cup one of my breasts. His skilled hands massaged my breast and caused a groan in the back of my throat. He pulled the strap that hung over one of my shoulders down and came face to face with my black, strapless bra which was quickly unhooked.

I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight
You do, You do

He nibbled on my lip before ending the flaring kiss. He left a trail of feverish kisses down my neck and around my collarbone. His lips made their way down to my right breast as he captured my nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled over it, causing me to moan loudly. My other breast was massaged by his hand roughly. I continued to play with his lower hair as my other hand clutched his back. The pleasure he was making me feel was like no other.

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la

He began to suck on my other nipple hard and nibbled it as his hand slid to my skirt. My skirt was unzipped and was left to slide to the ground. Draco slid his hand into my silk, crimson panties and let his fingers touch my pussy teasingly. It was too much. I went wet and his hands became wet as well. How embarrassing.

"Oh, Granger…" He moaned as he continues to kiss my cleaverage.

My only reply was a moan before I took his shirt off and threw it to the floor.

Run your hands through my hair
Touch places no one else would dare
Kiss me like it was your last
Put our troubles in the past and
Breath, Breath

At my sound, he began to rub and massage my clit. His other hand slid my panties off and completely took off my shirt. He took a second to stare at me. I felt so self conscious.

"You're beautiful," he said in amazement. I blushed and wrapped my arms tighter around him. My other hand, which was playing with his downer hair, slide down to unzip his pants. I fumbled with the belt until it was undone and slid his pants down. I could barely stand it much longer.

I pulled his boxers down and took a quick peak. My eyes went wide. It was bigger than I had though it ever could be. It really made Harry look insuperior. I looked back at Draco only to find a sexy smirk plastered across his face. He went against my ear and whispered, "I know."

I blushed once again and slid my leg between his. I saw his eyes roll back. He then picked me up by the butt and slowly brought me to the ground. It was cold, but I was hot by myself. He looked into my eyes before he did anything else.

"Do you want to do this?" Of course I do! Fuck me now!

Wait… Harry never asked me whether I wanted to do this, and Draco was? Wow.

"Yes, please." I whined. He smiled as he slowly slipped his member between my folds and into me. I gasped as he went so slow, but then built up speed. He was going fast and I couldn't suppress my moans any longer. My sounds of ecstasy caused him to moan as well. We sounded like a jungle!

I soon came to my climax and he split only seconds after me. We were both breathing hard, but I was breathing the hardest. He slid a hand down my stomach as he whispered in my ear.

"Relax…"

With that, he started to make his way downward when he stopped infront of my abdomen. He started to kiss it as his tongue would flick over it occasionally. It was making my whole body tingle and shiver. He soon brought his kisses more downward to my pussy. He spread my legs and his head went between them. I soon felt is warm, wet tongue playing between my folds. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him and brought him in. His tongue swirled and did things I could never have imagined inside of me. I had never experienced this before and I became wet as he did this. He didn't seem to mind though as he continued his movements.

After a while of the pleasurable sensation, he came back up to me and topped it all off with a gentle, but passionate, kiss. He then laid down beside me, catching his breath as I did mine.

"Draco…" I whispered.

"Ya?"

"How did... What did… What does this mean?" I hoped to hell that he wasn't going to answer like Harry did.

"It means that we, horny teenagers, just had sex. And pretty good sex at that." There was no lie there, but I wanted more.

"You know that I'm talking about. What's happening between us?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, 'Mione," My favourite nickname. How cute. "I don't know what's happening between us, but I'm sure time will tell." It wasn't a straight forward answer, but it was more than I could've said. I watched him as he started to get dressed. I grabbed my clothes and did the same.

Before he could go anywhere, I had to say something.

"Draco… I don't want to be used." Now, if it had been last year or any year before what had happened between us in this short time, I would've already known that he was using me. Right now, I was informing him where I stood.

"Then you have nothing to worry about," He replied before going up to his room. Funny, I didn't really believe it. I knew I should wait and just see if he liked me for anything other than my body, but I couldn't resist him. I went up to my room and crawled into my heavenly comfortable bed.

He was like a disease there was no cure for. A drug I was addicted to, and there was no rehab for anything like it.

Then I thought about what had been happening to me lately. I was having to many boy problems.

I was most likely being used for sex by Draco.

I had just had my heart broken by Harry, and he has just snapped.

Seamus is mad at me for talking to Draco.

And now Ron was mad at me for having my little incidents with Draco.

Hmm. 75 of my problems seemed to revolve around Draco at the moment. Tomorrow I was going to fix them. I promised myself this before I drifted off into my well deserved slumber.

A/N: Hey guys! That one was pretty fast! It's not very long, but oh well. Now I can get working on Chapter Nine! Did you like the little sexilicious seen? Tell me please.

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