A/N: OMG WOW yes I'm actually updating. Sorry it took me so long:blush: I do hope all of you had a wonderful Valentines! I worked on this chapter extra hard, and it took me a long time to plan it out, I didn't want to make it really risqué, bit not to uh… dirty? Well keep on reading and you'll find out. Thanks for all the reviews

Will you come back?
It's all she wants to know
She knows she's part of the problem too
Could she let it go?
It'd take a miracle

So that's what I'm praying for

Tisbury Lane- Mae

It was true; Hermione Granger had become a recluse. She had spent countless days and nights trapped in own little cubicle studying away. Even Ron and Harry had stopped trying to wedge Hermione out of her shell. She seemed to be stuck in her own little world. She had webbed her own lies and wanted to remain a loner. It was strange, for Hermione Granger to become so depressed out of nowhere. The only boy who had really taken notice of her depression was Draco Malfoy.

It was now almost March, and they had lasted two months without talking to each other. Professor McGonagall had been very cross with them, indicating that the feud between Hogwart's Head students had become childish. The old witch had merely shaken her head and assigned Hermione and Draco separate duties. Harry and Ron had persisted Hermione to join them on countless escapades to Hogsmeade, but she would turn them down and spend her weekends in the comfort of her own room, studying or reading.

"The N.E.W.T.S are way to close for me to have fun now" was her favorite excuse.

It had been a surprise to Hermione when she spied Draco hovering over a textbook, his shoulders hunched and his long blonde hair in his eyes. In the course of a few months, Draco had grown not skinny, but lean and his long hair was now a shaggy mess.

Or as Hermione had heard Lavender Brown refer to it as " I-just-fucked-someone-hair." Even Ginny was included into the fun, calling his hair "tousled sex hair". Harry had given her sharp look when she said that remark with a smile. After Harry had glared, Ginny turned and gave Hermione a quick wink, which in turn made Hermione blush.

Draco had also taken a series action on studying, and often declined to drink Butterbeer with his fellow Slytherin mates or take up extra Quidditch practice to study by himself. Hermione couldn't help thinking of him, of what his thoughts were.

Hermione ran a hand through her long brown hair and stared outside of the window. It seemed so long ago that it had been Christmas, and
now the warm sun was quickly melting the snow. The weather in England had a the same affect on her emotions, at times she felt warm and bubbly, and the other time she felt sad and distant.

She kept on writing her essay for Transfiguration, dipping her pen into her inkbottle and continuing for an hour straight. A sudden slam of the door broke her thoughts. Hermione looked up to see a sweary Draco Malfoy clad his wife beater and trousers. His blonde hair was even messier, and his eyes were filled with a stormy gray. His expression on his face was unreadable.

"Hey" he said curtly.

Hermione remained quiet. He sat down in front of her and looked at her in the eyes.

"Granger, let just cut this shit. We haven't been on speaking terms since December, and you've been avoiding me for no reason whatsoever."

Hermione's lips were dry.

She still couldn't believe that Draco had actually talked to her. Or was it the fact that he looked so hot? Hermione shook the thoughts from her head and leaned back on her chair.

"What do you mean for no reason? Aren't you the one that started this whole mess?"

Draco smirked. 'Whatever, apparently half of Hogwarts thinks your dead since you make the house elves bring your trays everyday. You're never seen in the cafeteria with Weasel and Potter."

Hermione felt a pang in her chest. She was rarely ever seen outside of her dormitory. Draco had caught more glimpses of her then her own close friends during the last two months.

"Well I've been studying for my N.E.W.T.S if you must know, I don't know why you care. Rumor has it that you spend half of your time shagging Parkinson."

Draco looked at her surprised and sneered. "I wouldn't fuck her. Why are you jealous Granger? Do you want me to fuck you?" Hermione gasped at his outburst.

Something inside of her felt disgust and temptation at thr same time. "I UH.." she couldn't believe it. She was stammering, and her heart was
thudding in her chest.

Draco leaned in forward and smiled. He put his lips to his ear and nibbled on her earlobe. Hermione couldn't react. She felt as if she were stuck in quicksand. Draco's lips grazed down to her neck and then slowly up to her lips.

"I know you're jealous Granger. What if I were fucking Pansy? You're nothing but a bloody tease anyway.". He kissed her lips softly and then bit her bottom lip. "I know you Hermione, there's something inside of you that enthralls you about me, you like and crave what I need. But I guess you'll just have to wait."

And with a soft "pop" Draco apparated, leaving Hemione breathless and panting.