I will be putting up a Bonus chapter this weekend!

I know both of the chapter's this week feel a bit like fillers, but I promise, they are not!

ENJOY!

Fred and George flew out of the Castle. Hermione was sure that McGonagall and the other professors had done something to let them get out of the wards. The whole of Gryffindor was celebrating, the DA was not going to be meeting tonight. Hermione was thrilled she had patrolling duty and so did Malfoy and the Inquisitorial Squad. They crossed each other in the hallway, passed snide comment and took different routes to the room of requirement.

Once inside, Draco just flopped onto the bed. To the outside world he was always so put together, Hermione and Blaise had been the only ones to see him dishevelled. She loved that. She loved that he trusted her enough to relax around her. She sat down next to him and stroked his hair

"Sometimes I just don't want to leave here…" Draco said

"Me either…" Hermione continued to stroke his hair "Why don't you take a nap" She said…

Draco pulled her down over him and held on to her as he said… "Okay… "

They kicked off their shoes and lay down in the bed. They were in his bedroom. Hermione continued to stroke his hair till he fell asleep. He looked so peaceful and serene. She got off the bed and went to the bookshelf. There was a new book there again, this one was also about blood magic and curses. As she was reading it she came upon the term Unspeakables. Percy had once mentioned them to her, she was very curious about what they did. So she asked the room once for help and just like that another book appeared.

As Draco slept Hermione read up about Unspeakbles. They seemed to be very powerful wizards, they were known to create curses and spells. They studied things like love and time and even death. Hermione was fascinated to say the least. She wondered why Voldemort never tried to become an unspeakable, he might have learnt a lot more about magic that way. Suddenly Hermione wondered, if Voldemort was truly the heir of Slytherin, or if he even was from a magical family… She was sure if she asked Draco about the Unspeakbales he would know, so why didn't Voldemort…

As she was going over the list of former unspeakbels she found Agustus Rookwood. She knew she had heard that name before but she just couldn't place it. It left a niggling doubt in her mind but she moved on deciding to tackle it later.

As she read, she couldn't believe there was so much about this world she had no idea about. The worst part was, she didn't even know where to begin, or what questions to ask! Muggle studies was great but what about Wizarding studies and ettiequte? Draco had often said, the curriculum of Hogwarts was tame, even Krum had said something along similar lines, she wondered did the other wizarding schools have muggle students at all? Did they have anything to help them there? She filed it away as something to look up later...

The moon continued to rise in the night sky and Hermione's eyes got heavy. Draco was lying on his back with one arm outstretched. Hermione decided one night wouldn't hurt. She went and lay down next to him wrapping his arm around her. That night they both slept peacefully.

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It was early morning as Draco began to stir. He tried to move but something or someone was clutching his loose tie. He looked around sleepily, it took him a minute to realise that he was in his bedroom at the manor and Hermione was lying asleep next to him. For a second he panicked but slowly the events of the previous night came back to him. The room of requirement, falling asleep as she brushed his hair. A peaceful smile formed on his face. He pulled Hermione closer and just waited for her to wake up.

Hermione took a deep breath as she began to stir. A comfortable woody smell filled her senses. She snuggled deeper into the fabric until her nose suddenly hit skin. Her eyes shot open and she scrambled backwards. Draco who had been dozing bolted up too.

"Woah, woah… what happened?" He asked

Hermione looked at Draco, his dishevelled bed head, a few buttons undone, tie hanging loosely, she looked around and slowly remembered last night

"We slept together…" She said shocked

Draco looked at her amused "First of, I think what you're saying and what that means are two very different things… Besides, we've seen each other naked so this is a bit anti climatic don't you think?"

Hermione snorted and then chuckled and then laughed. Then they both laughed with no idea as to why they were laughing. After she stopped she panicked again

"Oh my god… how are we going to get back to our dorms… I need to get my books, brush, bathe… "

Draco reached over and kissed her. She pushed him off…

"noooooo… " she put her hadn't over her mouth… "morning breath…"

Draco raised one delicate eyebrow and gave her his best derisive look "Really…"

"yes" came a muffled voice from behind her hands

"You will let me kiss you granger or so help today your friends will face my wrath" he said getting ready to pounce.

"Uh-uh" She said turning to get off the bed

He leaped and pulled her back, pinning her against the mattress kissed her till she gave in. He broke apart and kissed her again and began to leave a trail of kisser along her jaw to her collarbone. His hands slipped under her shirt as he relished the feel of her skin.
Her hand was sliding against his exposed chest and the other was in his hair. She was hot like fire and he was as cold as ice. He pulled at the collar of her shirt as he kissed her neck. Her hand slid from his chest to his neck pulling him close and suddenly a grandfather clock appeared and began to chime. It was 8:00 am.

Draco's ministrations stopped as he slumped, resting his head on her shoulder. She pulled her hands out and held up his face "Back to the real world I suppose…" she said

Draco gave her one last peck and said "Don't wash me off you just yet…"

She blushed and pushed him off her.

He fixed himself and left the room first, she waited for a bit, fixed herself and followed.

Later when she saw him at breakfast she had to admit, he looked like he'd just walked in a windy corridor, while she looked like she had been delivered to the table by a tornado . God how she hated his stupid perfect self.

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