1Author's note: thanks for the reviews folks. Keep em coming. This is sadly the 2nd last chapter of this short story. I just feel really bad for taking so long with a short story. I'm sorry guys. But you all deserve a cherry each because you kept giving me those reviews and you boosted my confidence. I love you all so very much.

On with the story...

CHAPTER 9

"Give them back Draco!" she yelled as I held onto them tightly. She reached for them with one hand and tried to keep herself covered with the bed sheets with the other.

"No." I smirked. "They're mine now."

"Draco," she told me as she fixated an expectant stare on me. Yet I still didn't budge. I'd been through this so many times already.

"Hermione," I said in a similar way as her.

"Draco."

"Hermione."

"Draco." I slowly edged closer

"Hermione."

"Draco." More closer and she still hadn't noticed.

"Hermione." Last one.

"They're just-!" I silenced her with a deep kiss. I let go of her panties and clasped her through the bed sheets wrapped her inviting body.

We both let out moans of satisfaction as we kissed before I leaned into her neck.

"Draco Malfoy, what are you doing to me?" she asked softly as she pushed me onto my back, looking into my eyes.

"When's that Weasel going to come back again?" I groaned out while she began nibbling my jaw.

"I'm trying to make love to you and your worried about Ron."

"Aww...I'm sorry, it's just, imagine him walking in on you moaning his enemy's name while the headboard bangs on the wall."

"Hey, look who's telling me that I moan."

"Just cause I moan more than you doesn't mean you don't moan." I pouted. "Besides I groan rather than moan."

"Aww... poor baby. They are manly grunts that turn me on. Ok? Happy?" she said while running her fingers through my hair. I wasn't really listening. I was just focusing on those warm chocolate brown eyes.


"Here, strawberry ice cream with chocolate topping, nuts and a cherry on top." she smiled sweetly as she handed me the bowl. I put the bowl on the bench as she turned around to make her own ice cream.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and let my forehead rest onto her shoulder. The smell of her hair invaded my senses as I tried to relax. Again that nervous tingly feeling began in my stomach. What was that?

She leaned her head against mine and breathed in.

"You know, I never feel this way with Ron." she said hesitantly.

"I never feel this way with any other women, and I didn't feel like this before when you were with me In Hogwarts." I revealed.

"Draco are we just gonna go our separate ways when Ron comes back?"

"I dunno. I like this place. I wanna stay."

"Just cause you like this apartment?" she scoffed and moved away from me, squirting out chocolate topping angrily on her ice cream.

I tilted her chin upward with my thumb and forefinger forcing her to face me.

"Lets not fight now. We only have a few weeks till he comes back."

"You're right," she sighed and walked into the lounge room with her bowl of ice cream. I got the remote control to the tv and flopped down onto the couch with her. She took the remote out of my hand and switched on the tv.

(A/N: for people who don't know Pirates of the Carribean, Jack Sparrow aka lead character aka johnny hotttie depp is trying to steal a ship from two guards who are guarding it)

This dock is off-limits to civilians.

Jack: I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately.
Jack makes to continue but is blocked by Murtogg and Mullroy noticing he can't get through he continues talking to avert their attention

Jack: Apparently there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen, such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?

Someone's got to make sure that this dock stays off-limits to civilians.

Jack: It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me... that a ship like that one, makes this one here seem a bit superfluous, really.

Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed.

Jack: I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable: The Black Pearl.

Well, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor.

The Black Pearl is a real ship. other guard argues

No, it's not.

Yes it is, I've seen it.

You've seen it?

Yes.

You haven't seen it. sniggers

Yes, I have.

You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?

No.

No. guard says knowingly

But I have seen a ship with black sails. Jack quietly slips passed them unnoticed

Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're telling me?

No.

Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor. they turn to see Jack, except he's gone. They hear noises from the ship and turn around to see him on it. They climb on board

Eh! What are you doing?

Jack: Oh, I'm sorry...it's just...such a pretty boat. smiles

What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith? they think that's his name

Yeah, and no lies.

Jack: Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.

I said no lies!

I think he's telling the truth...

If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us!

Jack: Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you. Jack confuses guards even more

I laughed out loud. How stupid were the guards!

(A/N: sorry guys, couldn't resist putting in POTC it RULZ)
After watching the movie, we got into some silly argument where Hermione got so angry that she poured her ice cream all over my hair and put her cherry on my nose. Then she decided I looked cute and started snogging me irresistibly.

Women are so strange.

I couldn't believe it. Who knew that I would be laying on Hermione Granger's couch while we were 20 snogging the breadth out of each other?

Life brings you to such strange places.

As my hand went under her shirt, we heard something tapping on the window. Hermione turned to look and her eyes widened

"Oh my god! Ron's owl!"

Seriously this Weasley was becoming a nuisance without even being here.

She ripped open the letter and read it quickly. "It says he's coming 10 days earlier." She looked up trying to calculate when that was. "Shit! That's tomorrow at 6am!" she turned to me.

"No. I'm not moving out." I said firmly.

"What? You want my boyfriend coming to his apartment expecting hugs and kisses but has go through some kind of break up?"

"No...wait...yes." I said.

"What?" she looked at me as if I were crazy.

"Hermione, number 1: he cheats on you with Lavender, and number 2, this isn't his apartment."

"Draco, I let him have his rendez-vouz with her and he lets me have mine!"

"So what? This thing we have is just a rendez-vouz?" she just stayed silent. "What ever happened to 'I never feel this way with Ron' Well you know what? Fine! End of Rendez-Vouz."

"Draco wait!" I heard the panic in her voice before I apparated.

END OF CHAPTER

Author's note: mwahahaha... I left you with a lovely cliffhanger.

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