Welcome to Chapter 13! Thanks for your reviews I sooo love them..(once more..hint hint!)...meh..So anyways...thanks for comming to read this chapter, it means a lot to moi!...Wow and to think...this is my first HP fic...Don't I feel special..Lol..I'm a very special girl!..So yeah...I hope you likey! Oh and I absolutely love Dragonlover31's review, I've never heard 'Dramonie' before, that's an awesome name mix...haha..Once again thanks for your reviews!

"Please, you can't lie and expect for me to believe you..." said Draco standing in the door way. The bathroom had gotten quite steamy and Hermione thanked her gods that she didn't have to look at Draco's stark naked body, yet somehow she really wouldn't mind. Draco shut the door and wandered over to Hermione.

The room was so hot by the time Draco reached Hermione. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body. She didn't know what to think. Draco was advancing on her, but she thought that she'd already done this with him, and he was secretly blackmailing her. What were Draco's intentions? What would he gain from having sexual relations with Hermione? But, what choice did she have? None...She really had no say in what was happening.

Draco was also pondering about his own intentions. He had told himself earlier that this would just prove that this was nothing, and that Hermione was a mere 'slave' to Draco. One day he would just discard her like a dirty old rag. That's what he hoped anyway.

Draco finally reached Hermione, she knew because she felt his hand on her shoulder.

As Hermione sat in the library studying, she couldn't help but hate herself a little bit. You idiot! I can't believe you slept with him...again! In a bathroom! You've done it twice now! Arrrgh...She thought to herself, mentally kicking herself.

Hermione had decided that it would be a good idea to try and get back to the top of her class. Sure, she had to be Draco's 'slave' if that's what you could even call it but, however that doesn't mean that she didn't have to have a bad job now does it? Then she couldn't help but feel guilty. She killed a person. Killed, murdered...It's all the same. She really could do nothing. But, compared to living a life of shame and guilt in Azkaban, she had to live a life of shame and guilt...with Draco. What was she to do, she had been so deceived. Hermione banged her fist upon the table and stood up, causing a few heads to turn.

"Oh, um...sorry" she said as she grabbed her books and walked briskly to her dorm. Tomorrow school was going to continue, it was nearly Christmas, what was going to happen, would she go home into the muggle world, or was Draco her 'Master' (which he said that she must call him that after they had...um...finished in the bathroom) make her go to his world. Ahh! That would be horrible, his father would NOT approve of that. But then she thought, didn't he die or something? Who knows, Hermione never really did know about the movements of Death Eaters, even if she had pursued to be one for about a term or something like that, who really knows.

There was only about 3 weeks until school ended for the Christmas Holidays, then they would come back. All the exams were next week, and since Hermione didn't do much work at the start of the year she felt as if she was starting to fall behind. Arrggh! It was all so stressful. She had been studying all morning...after the bathroom act that is. Well anyways, that doesn't really matter right now.

It was after they...cough cough...climaxed if you will, that a notice was sent into every room stating school was back on tomorrow and that all the exams would be next week and the week after that, and then school would be on Holidays. So naturally everyone started to feel a little panicky. The library was jam-packed full of people.

Hermione finally reached her dorm and walked inside after mumbling the password to the painting in front of the door. She walked into her room and slumped on her bed. She had been studying for about 5 hours in the library, she was tired as hell. She looked at her clock and realised that she had been studying for more that 5 hours, it was dark outside, but she thought that was because it was becoming winter. But the time was actually 7:56pm. Hermione's jaw dropped, she had started to study at about 11am! No wonder she was tired. So she decided that now was a good time to go to sleep.

Hermione went and had a shower, and got dressed in her room. She found some lingerie in her bag that she did not own. Then she realised. It was a present from 'Master'. Who calls others Master. I mean, really? Though Hermione. She glanced at small, silky material. Pfft, it appeared as if it could only fit a child, but nevertheless it looked quite nice. It was green, silky and smooth, with spaghetti straps. Hermione found a note pinned to it, it read; Put this on, or you'll be sorry...

"Hmm, one guess for who wrote this piece of trash", said Hermione. But she put it on anyway. the fabric seemed to cling to her body, but it made her look good. Hermione opened a closet door and studied herself in the mirror. Hmm...I suppose I do look rather nice. She thought to herself. Hermione then climbed into bed and went to sleep. It had been only about 15 minutes when she heard someone barging through her door, and awoke her. Hermione cursed herself for not locking the door, but what use would that be, Draco had a wand.

Hermione peered up and wasn't surprised to see a dark figure hovering over her. "You sleep with me at night from now on...Hurry up..", he turned his heel and walked to his bedroom. Ugh, Draco...I'm too tired, Hermione thought. But what use would that be.

Earlier that day...

"Draco...Draco...DRACO!" yelled Pansy. Draco looked at her with boredom on his face. "What Pansy.." he said bitterly. "Oh Drakie-poo...what's wrong? Is it that stupid Hermione...?".

For some reason, Draco had no idea why, he felt really angry about that snide comment. He couldn't help but reply to that comment "Shut up Pansy, the only stupid person is you.." and he stood up and walked away. The two were sitting outside on a stone couch. Draco arranged a meeting with Pansy, with hopes that he would want to screw her. But, he didn't, for all he could think about was last night, and this morning. They had been the best sex that he'd gotten for quite a long time. And he was very experienced. Maybe it was just because it was a new person. Maybe he felt more power after taking another girls virginity. Who knows. But he certainly didn't want to think that it was his 'heart'.

Yuck, who made up such a thing. Heart, what the hell was that supposed to mean. To give ones heart away. To steal a persons heart. Is that what was really going on? Could Draco mouth the most foulest word...or..Verb in the dictionary..Love? No, not a man with such a cold heart, he would tell himself this many times. But he still got the same reaction. Confusion. What was he to do? The Christmas holidays were coming up soon, would he force Hermione to live with him? What was he to do. Then he thought, this would be one time fling with Hermione sort of thing. So he would milk it for all it was worth. After their final year at Hogwarts, they would separate for ever, until their paths would meet again. Oh god, I sound like a pussy..Thought Draco. But Draco decided that he would take Hermione to his house over the Christmas Holidays, then school would resume, then school would end, and he would never...ever see the likes of Hermione Granger again.

Draco then got up and decided to fill in some time and walked to Hogsmeade. Nothing much to do really. Just look at stupid stuff behind windows. Draco was wandering around when he remembered something that was lying in his dorm this very moment inside his bags. A little present he would give to one of his fuck buddies to make them wear it and sleep with him. A sexy green lingerie night dress. Maybe, if he were to give it to Hermione, she would want to have sex a whole lot more. But somehow Draco doubted that very much and then decided that he would give it to her to make her 'feel special'.Because, if she felt special in it, she would wear it, and if she wore it, it would make Draco a whole lot more happier.

When Draco got to his room he pulled out the Green dress and decided to put a note on it, just in case Hermione wouldn't wear it. "Put this on, or you'll be sorry. Yes, that has a ring to it", said Draco scribbling it on a piece of paper and pinning it to the dress, he hen sauntered to Hermione's room and laid it in her clothes bag.

A few hours passed and it was now 8:34. He figured that Hermione would have already been in bed and he walked into her room and said "You sleep with me at night from now on...Hurry up..", he then turned and walked straight to his room. He got into the covers and waited for Hermione to follow. As expected the door opened and shut, footsteps followed and she slipped underneath the covers and went to sleep. Draco could hear the pace of her soft breath get slower, she would be asleep now. Then he couldn't believe it, he had been listening to her breathe...Breathe! Who does that! Maybe love-sick puppies. But Draco wasn't a Love-sick puppy! Not a chance in hell! That's right, not until hell had frozen over. Then Draco tried to go to sleep, after several minutes he succeeded.