Dis to the claimer: no, I do not own any of the characters who I have pitted together. Also, an author's note: Until now, I've been trying to write this showing both Draco and Hermione's POVs. But frankly, it's getting old, and I really would rather develop Hermione's side more, so there will be no more of the two sided thing. Sorry. But not really.

Swingin in the living room
Swingin in the kitchen
Most folks don't
Cause they're too busy bitchin
Swingin in there
Cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater
I scream, you scream
We all scream for her
Don't even try
Cause you can't ignore her

-Warrant

The next two weeks seemed to fly by for Hermione. For once in her life, she wasn't in control of every aspect. She never knew when a strong arm would shoot out from behind a tapestry, or when someone would pull her, unsuspecting, into a deserted class room. It was always Draco, of course, and he had a knack for grabbing her at times when she was least likely to be missed. They had been screwing all over the castle, and every new place seemed exciting. They had conquered all of the spare classrooms off of the grand entrance, the prefect bathrooms, several broom closets, the private study rooms in the library many times over, and even snuck into Filtch's office once for a quickie. Occasionally they would actually make it to one of their own bed's, but it was a rare thing.

Their attitudes toward each other had not really changed, though. In classes and in public places, when they weren't shooting smoldering looks at each other, they continued to argue and annoy the other. Even after they had both pushed each other over the limit and collapsed in each other's arms, they often fought. It was strange, Hermione thought. No one seems to be able to push my buttons the way Malfoy does. Then again, no one knows how to push my buttons in bed the way Malfoy does either.

Malfoy felt likewise. He continued to find Hermione insufferable, but at the same time, irresistible. Every time she shot that annoying hand in the air to answer a question, he found himself thinking of what that hand was capable of doing to him. If he ever saw her coming, he always looked for a private place nearby that he could drag her off to. He also found it highly amusing that the other two thirds of the golden trio didn't have a clue as to what was going on.

But Ron and Harry had begun to notice that something was different. They noted that Hermione had started to come late to class, something that until recently had been unheard of. When they confronted her about it, she just insisted that she had to stop by the library. After all, she did have a heavier course load than they did. But one day after she arrived a little late to Herbology, they asked her about something else.

"Way to get here late again Hermione," mused Harry. "You've really turned over a new leaf."

"Yeah, and by the smell of it, a new flower. What is that smell Hermione? I've noticed it on you more recently? Are you trying a new perfume?" inquired Ron innocently. Hermione didn't realize it, but she smelled strongly of sex. Ron, being a virgin didn't realize what it was. She blushed crimson and stuttered, "W-w-why y-yes. Um, I'm not sure I like it though. This may be the last time you smell me like this." If I can help it, she thought.

"Oh, why did you just put on perfume? Did you smell bad when you woke up this morning?" continued Ron.

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, confused.

"Well, it looks like you just rolled out of bed by the look of your hair. I didn't know why you would just splash on a scent if you didn't have much time to get ready."

Hermione self consciously put a hand to her mussed hair. Damn, she thought, I really have to remember to do something about this next time. Luckily for her, Professor Sprout asked for their attention at that time and she was unable to respond to Ron. Little did she know, but someone else had over heard the conversation. Someone who was not a virgin and was able to piece the story together.

Lavender was shocked by what she was hearing. It all added up. Why Hermione was late for class, and when she arrived why her hair was always messed up and why she always looked a little flushed. Lavender couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger having sex? And from the look of it, it was scandalous sex, otherwise why wouldn't she tell her two best friends about it? Her nosy mind started going through the possible candidates for who it could be. Obviously not Ron or Harry. Certainly not anyone in this class. No one else had been late. She thought harder, trying to ignore the shrieking flower in front of her. It was being very annoying. It had a silver, black, and green stem, with petals that had long, white gossamer like stands that looked like pale blond hair. Hair much like…and then it came to her. Draco Malfoy. Of course! When the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had potions together, Malfoy had come late many times. He always got away with it, but lately, Hermione had also been coming in late, only to receive a tongue lashing and ten points from Gryffindor. Lavender was barely able to contain herself. She waiting for the end of class, and then pulled Hermione aside.

"How long have you been sleeping with Draco?" she asked excitedly.

"WHAT?" Hermione looked both affronted and extremely guilty.

"Oh don't try to hide it. I've noticed it all. You and him being late to class all the time, your hair always being messy, his too, now that I think about it. Oh, and the fact that you positively wreaked of sex when you came into class today. It doesn't take an alchemer to know what you've been up to. It only takes a non-virgin."

"I don't know what to say, Harry isn't a virgin."

"Yes, but he is a boy, and they're just as thick about these things. Don't worry about, sweetie. I've been there. Secret sex is always thrilling. So," Lavender smiled, "how is it?"

"How is what?"

"Oh don't be so stiff. That's his task, ha ha, no, how is the sex? Is he as good as he looks to be?"

Hermione paused. Lavender was a notorious gossip, but it was very tempting to finally be able to spill her secret to someone. Not being able to keep it in any more, she gushed, "It's amazing. The best, he lights my fire in ways I never imagined possible. When we're through, my legs shake for a good five minutes."

Lavender laughed. "That's great. I can't believe you two hooked up."

Hermione shook her head. "Neither can I."

With that Lavender smiled and said see you later, and hurried on ahead. Hermione could not help but feel like she had just made a mistake.