Okay, so I gave up on holding the forth chapter hostage in order to get more reviews. But I've been getting a fair amount of hits, so ENJOY!

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Hermione undressed herself slowly and mindlessly before she turned on the water for shower. When she turned the knob, a rush of cold and then suddenly very warm water came out of the faucet and made a fair bit of noise. She hoped that it wouldn't wake Draco, or perhaps somewhere on the inside she wished it would wake him, and he would join her in a hot shower like the many times before. The feeling was almost automatic, causing her to feel a flood of warmness throughout her body before she even entered the shower.

Oh Gods, how she wanted him to hold her. Hermione knew that his arms and warm, hard body would instantly wash away her present pain much better than any shower could.

But once again, Hermione denied her emotions a chance to influence her actions. She stepped into the shower and stood there, her face turned upwards to let water run down her body. Then she turned around and stood under the cascading water to let the warm water stop in her hair and then trickle down her back.

As Hermione stood there she imagined Draco holding her, and then kissing her. Soon she was back both of them, standing in the shower. Draco had joined her, like he had done so many times, but this time Hermione was so lost in thought that she didn't hear him enter the bathroom or pull aside the curtains. She opened her eyes after having washed her face and saw him standing before her. Her first instinct was to scream, but her second instinct took control and Hermione was holding Draco's face, kissing him passionately. He turned her around and held onto her waist while she put her arms above her head and around his. He was kissing her neck and shoulders; she'd turn her head and he'd grasp onto her lips hungrily. When she wanted more, she pushed one of Draco's hands higher and one lower. He happily obliged to her wanting body. Hermione was nearly overcome by the various sensations: Draco was massaging her breasts with one hand and her ever-so-delicate area with another, all while he was gently biting and sucking her shoulder and the hot water was running down her exposed body. Draco couldn't take it anymore, her warm, writhing body rubbing against his hard and ready manhood. He used her moaning as motivation to let her come before they moved on.

As Hermione climaxed for the first time, Draco turned her roughly to face him. Their lips collided, causing an electrifying shudder to go through both of them. Lifting her up so that her legs could easily wrap around him, Draco entered her gently. They both let out moans that let each other know how ready they were for this moment. With Hermione's back against the wall of the shower and one of Draco's hands pressed against the same wall for support, they slowly started moving with each other. The pace started out as painfully slow but quickened as their need increased. Even though both wanted this moment to go on forever, Hermione was begging with soft cries for Draco to go faster, harder. He pressed his face into her neck while he started to thrust to meet her growing needs. He knew he was close to climaxing and felt that Hermione was close too. Pushing himself into her, he came, spilling his spirit into her body. She came a couple of thrusts later, crying out his name with the passion of their lovemaking.

Hermione felt a rush of warmth go through herself just remembering. How is it possible to feel so much pleasure from just a memory? She needed to get him out of her mind, but she couldn't, and a warm shower did nothing to help. Hermione made the water cold and finished her shower quickly.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself with a towel, Hermione hoped again that her shower didn't wake Draco. She opened the bathroom door slowly and peered around to make sure that Draco wasn't sitting there, waiting for her. With all clear, she walked to her bedroom and opened the door.

Hermione gasped and quickly covered her mouth when she saw the elaborate breakfast laid out on her bed. She recognized it immediately. It consisted of all her favorite things, the food she and Draco shared after their first night together. Knowing that he had arranged this surprise made Hermione's heart melt. He still loved her, and was showing it without confronting or rushing her.

She dressed quickly and simply. She hadn't known how hungry she was until the delicious scents reached her nose. Sitting carefully so not to spill anything, Hermione reached for the vase on the tray. It held all her favorite flowers beautifully. A long breathe in combined the scents of roses, lilies, and lilacs. Putting aside the vase, Hermione started to eat.

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Draco couldn't tell what Hermione was doing now. He paced around his room before deciding he couldn't handle it. He opened his door and started walking towards Hermione's room. In the middle of the common room, Draco stopped himself. He thought to himself that perhaps she isn't ready to see or talk to him yet. Hermione always needed time to think about things and he didn't want to rush her. He decided that he could use a shower, after denying himself one earlier that morning.

Draco took a cold shower, somehow knowing what a warm shower could do to him. The last thing he wanted was his mind to be filled with memories that seemed so far away but yet felt as if they happed but a moment ago.

While showering Draco tried to think of something he could do or say to make Hermione realize that the only thing he wanted in the entire world was her. It must have not been enough to give her extravagant gifts and tell her he loved her whenever he could. He knew she wanted to let everyone know about them, but it was always he who stopped her. Draco was scared of the world knowing. Here he is, the toughest Slytherin, begging a Gryffindor for love. He would be ridiculed. He was also scared that git Ron would reveal to Hermione how much he loved her, and pretty much everyone but Hermione knew Ron loved her. Draco nearly got sick to his stomach at the thought of losing Hermione to Ron. There was also the problem with his family. He would most surely be disowned by his father and lose all of his inheritance for even thinking about loving a "mudblood." God, how he hated that word. Hermione was far from being impure and filled with dirty blood. Draco never really cared that she was muggle-born. She was the most pure, beautiful witch in his eyes.

Her eyes, Draco felt that Hermione's eyes may be one of her best features. He could stare into them for hours on end if given the chance. He loved the way they looked brown or maybe hazel when she was around anyone else, but when they were together, making love, her eyes turned into an emerald ocean with honey and gold flecks.

Draco couldn't stand the idea that he might never get to see those eyes like that again. He would do anything for her, even if it meant letting the world know how he felt and to stop hiding behind his family name, his house, and his reputation.