Draco's P.O.V.

The fire burned slowly, crackling as sparks shot off of the firewood. The clock ticked quietly, but all that was far far away. Just on the vague outskirts of my drowsy sleep. Slowly, I knew I was waking, but I tried to hold on to my dream though I knew naught what it was about. I just knew it was a good one. The sofa framed my body as I slept, and the warmth that emitted from it, and the fire was soothing. Laying on the sofa had never felt so wonderful. I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. Slowly, reluctantly, I let my eyes open. Sleep still clouded my mind, but not enough for me to recognize the dark brown eyes that stared down at me from only a foot away.

"Ahhhhh…" I flew backward and fell off the side of the sofa and onto the cool stone floor. My head hit with a crack. "Shit" I mumbled to myself as I tied to make out the designs in the ceiling. I could hear as Hermione franticly flew around the Sofa bumping into the table. "Oh… oh my god, Draco. I am so sorry!" Her eyes ran over me franticly, and concern was etched into her face. She bent down to take my hand, and pulled me up some what roughly into a sitting position. She smacked away my hand that began to touch the back of my head. But she didn't smack it away soon enough, for I could feel the bump forming. Oh shit, I thought to myself.

"Oh Draco, that was so stupid of me. But you looked so peaceful from normal, and I could help but stare." She rambled on, "no wait, I wasn't staring I was uhh… Actually I had just been passing by and…" I put my finger to her lips, and she stopped abruptly as her eyes widened. Her lips were as soft as they looked. If only I could taste them, but I threw the thoughts to the back of my mind.

I smiled, "Whoa, Hermione… calm down. I'm fine." I pulled myself to my feet, and grabbed her hands in mine, and pulled her up beside me. I groaned at the headache that was quickly falling upon me, and I couldn't help but feel the painful bump. Hermione looked up at me guiltily. She gave a small crooked smile, "Sorry, again." She shrugged her shoulders innocently. "But here, I can make it all better!" She stuck her hand it her pocket and retrieved her wand from it. Now it was my eyes that widened, "Hermione… what are you doing?" For every one of my retreating steps, she echoed with one step foreword.

My back hit the wall behind me, and I couldn't help but look side to side for an escape. "Humph…" I trained my eyes back toward an agitated Hermione. With her hands on her hips, and a pout on her lips, I couldn't help but smile. "Draco Malfoy…" She said, and it brought back the tsk tsk Professor McGonagall seemed to possess whenever staring down at me is disapproval. "I am not going to hurt you. Just let me take a look. I promise I can heal it…" I put my hand out in front of me in a "stay back" manner. "Oh no no no no no…" I shook my head. "Don't even think about it, I'm fine. F-I-N-E!"

Hermione huffed herself up, "Now Draco lets be realistic. You are hurt because of me, so I'm going to heal it." I shook my head "no". "Damn it Malfoy! Now lets be serious, I'm the one with the wand, and you're defenseless!" Now I met her eyes with mine, and I didn't doubt that they had their malicious glint in them. I could visibly see as Hermione literally gulped. "Me, defenseless? I don't think so." I said softly.

Now she was the one retreating as I steadily stalked her down. My height just showed how much of a force she was dealing with, if only she knew the vampire skills that I possessed. But it the back of my mind, I knew I didn't stand a chance against Hermione while she had a wand. Slowly her fear began to change to… humor? I wondered what she was trying to get at. She was noticeably trying to fight of the smirk that was rising to her lips.

Her wand slipped through her fingers, and she let out a small, "Opppsss." Her eyes danced with mischief, and I watched her curiously, as she slowly bent to pick it up, her eyes not leaving mine. One brow rose flirtatiously, and I marveled on how quickly she changed from prey to almost seductress. I willed every ounce of my eyes not to stray past her neck, to surely where her shirt lifted out just enough to reveal the bra and cleavage underneath. I knew she did this all in joke, but I couldn't help but feel a stir in my loins and a hitch in my breathing.

Now I was the one to swallow as these… terrible but sexy, thoughts flew through my mind, and I couldn't help but visualize them with pleasure. That's when I realized my mistake; as I felt my legs gave out beneath me. I never even saw as her leg swung around to knock me off my feet. So once again I found myself on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. Bugger, so much for Vampire alertness. I quickly sat up to rise, but I was flown back to the floor as a pouncing Hermione landed on my stomach.

"Hermione…" I grumbled. That's when she straddled my waist, and every coherent thought flew out the window. I doubt Hermione even knew what she had just done. But my mind and body took it in a whole different way. I tried slowly to pry her off, but she squirmed in defiance. I couldn't help the hiss that escaped my teeth. Now my pants had grown uncomfortably tight, and I was afraid any moment Hermione would notice my growing problem.

Hermione twiddled her wand between her fingers as she smiled triumphantly. "What Malfoy, no fight?" She leaned over me, her elbows resting lightly on my chest as she lay her head in one palm. With the other hand she was tracing designs across my chest. She was too close, too much for me to resist. But my relationship was worth more than this. Hermione obviously would never feel the same. Years of torment, and bullying had ruined that.

God this was embarrassing, "Hermione?" I whispered quietly. "Could you please..." Her eyes grew huge, "Oh my God Draco did I hurt you again? She sat up and she shifted her weight to look me over.

"Shit." I grabbed her waist; freezing all on her movements, whilst trying to steady my breathing. "Hermione…. Please, please don't move… I…" I couldn't finish the sentence, but I saw as the light bulb slowly came on in her eyes. Her mouth opened in surprised and her eyes widened, and I saw as she glanced down. Damn it, not good. I knew it was coming; I closed my eyes, not wanting to see as she jumped off, ran to the privacy of her room, and hid. Anything to get away from the now perverted Malfoy.

But she didn't. I slowly opened my eyes and found as her eyes bore down into mine intensely; the pupils dilated to slits. I felt as my eyes widened in surprise. I noticed as her breath quickened, as I glanced at her heaving chest. Bad mistake; I felt as my member twitched against her core, and in response an unwanted groan escaped from my lips. I cursed myself, but when I heard her answering throaty moan, I had never heard anything more… lustful. As I eyed her lips in a growing passion, she was leaning closer, closer. Only a few more inches and I would taste heaven. But it all ended as a disrupting cough came from the door way. Hermione's head snapped to the door, as she practically jumped off me.

"Ginny?" Hermione's eyes bulged, as her cheeks burned red. I slowly pulled myself up from the floor, and was met with a smirk of pure delight. Damn, she could have been in Slytherin, I thought to myself. SheWeasel's eyes danced in surprise and humor. "Well it would seem…" SheWeasel was cut off as Hermione broke in sharply, "Don't even say anything!"

Ginny just smiled, "Well, anyways Malfoy," She turned to look up at me. "Dumbledore would like you to go to the Hospital Wing." My whole body tensed; Pansy. Was she healed?

I nodded my head, and slowly walked past her, my arousal had died the minute SheWeasel had made her presence known. Damn I should have been paying attention, for my vampire sence would have picked her up easily. Well, I guess hormones did that to you. They sure made you distracted. That's when I heard the spell speeding through the air. Bam! It nailed me right in the back of my head. "Ahhh…" I clasped my head between my hands, only to find the pain gone. The bump was also gone as well. "Hermione…" I growled as I whirled around to find a smirk plastered to her face, and she innocently put her hands up in a gesture of "Who me?" Gone were the fiery eyes, and her carefree attitude was slowly lighting up the air that had nearly been choking us. I peered over at her, "I'll deal with you later." I smirked to let her know I was joking, also trying to say that everything was… ok? Hermione laughed, "Bring it on."

I laughed too, and continued on out of the Dormitory to the Hospital Wing.

Hermione's P.O.V.

I couldn't help but feel confused as he walked out of the Dormitory. What had happened? Whatever it was, it needed a talking over. That's when Ginny coughed again, signaling my attention. "Well, hey, maybe he will deal with me too." My mouth dropped open, "Ginny! Ewwww… you are so perverted!" Ginny smiled and laughed, "Oh I know that. But Hermione you got to admit, sometimes you just want to pinch that cute little arse of his?" She licked her lips, as she stared at where Draco had left moments earlier.

I looked at Ginny in disbelief, "No Ginny, not really." I slowly sunk into the couch, sighing. Oh my God, what had just happened? And I was so oblivious… at first! I smacked my head in annoyance, "Stupid Hermione, very stupid." I grumbled to myself.

Ginny plopped herself beside me, her eyes speaking for her. "So…" She asked innocently, "What were you two up to. I hope I didn't disturb anything." I rolled my eyes at her but answered, "I'm glad you came in when you did. I don't know what I would have done if… if" Ginny was leaning forward in interest, "What? If what?"

I sighed again, letting the air blow out through my lips to blow my bangs from my face. "God Ginny I was stupid…" I slowly retold her what happened, as I came to the conclusion I had a harder time saying it. "Well, ummm… after he told me to stop moving, I… I felt… it!" I practically squeaked out the last word, and Ginny sat there opened mouthed. God if only she had know how I reacted, it had almost been a different person than me. But I would admit only to myself that I… actually enjoyed it. "Oh my God Hermione…" Her eyes clouded with thought before she asked excitedly, "Was he big?"

I groaned, and eyed the pillow; fighting the urge to scream into it. "Ginny stop looking at it that way!" Ginny sighed in annoyance, "What way Hermione, there is no other way to look at it."

I tried to think of a comeback, but none rose to mind, and I knew Ginny was right. But I… was afraid to look more in depth to the event. Ginny continued on knowingly, "He obviously has some feelings for you, I mean for a guy to get that horny that fast." I shook my head; Ginny had to make it sound so… Gross. "But when I walked in on you two, it didn't look like he was the only one with feelings?"

I felt as my eyes widened, and I turned to gasp at Ginny, "Oh Ginny, please don't tell me it was that obvious…?" Great now Draco probably thought me a slut of something. Ginny smiled warmly, and it seemed as though she had turned from her perverted thoughts and studied me wholly. She grasped my hand in hers, "You do like him, don't you Hermione?" I nodded my head honestly. "You have no idea Ginny, but I don't want to sacrifice our friendship. Plus, it probably was only hormones Ginny, guys are like that." I grumbled quietly, "Girls are like that too"

Ginny shook her head, "I don't think so Hermione. Have you even noticed the way he looks at you?" I shook my head. "Well next time, look for it and you'll know your answers." She rose from the couch, and squeezed my hand in comfort. "You know its called a penis, Hermione." Ginny said smirking. I blushed even more. "Yeah, I know that." I muttered. But it was such a hard word to say it just sounded so… werid. She smiling and turned to exit. I slowly thought of what to do next as the portrait shut with a click.

Draco's P.O.V

The Hospital doors loomed in front of me, almost daring me to enter. I sighed, pushing the hair away that hung annoyingly in my face. "Come on Draco. Just go in." I said to myself as I passed the door way.

I stopped mid-stride, and without a moments thought; I entered. The doors broke apart, and I was met with many anxious faces. Most of the kids stopped in mid complaint. Madam Pomfrey lifted her head from where she was inspecting a boy's bloodied knee. "Mr. Malfoy, what are you trying to do, scare the younger population of Hogwarts? Smile, Pansy's waiting for you in through those double doors." She smiled warmly, and I had to force a small smile back.

So mustering all of my courage, I ignored the whining of kids, and entered through the double doors. There she was. Her eyes were closed, but they were rimmed with deep shadows. Only when the doors softly "clicked" behind me, did her eyes flutter open. "Draco?" She whispered, and I strode to the side of the bed. I took her hand in mine, "Oh God Pansy, do I even want to know what happened to you?" Pansy shook her head, "Even if you asked, I wouldn't tell you." Her voice was weary and soft and she looked so fragile. I let my eyes run over her. I muttered confused, "I thought you would have had scars?" Pansy flinched, and I regretted it immediately, "Shit, I didn't mean it like that, I mean they must have used some strong stuff… Damn it!" Then Pansy laughed.

I think that was what left me so bewildered. Pansy just laughed then answered, "Draco, you're just digging your self into a deeper hole." I snorted in dry humor, and shrugged my shoulders. "I never was good at saying things the way I meant." Pansy covered my hand with her other one, and her expression became serious. "I would have had scars Draco. But…" I saw as a tear slowly fell down her cheeks. "Pansy no, you don't need to tell me." But she shook her head no. After taking a steady breath, she continued, "He came back. He came and healed every wound." Her voice trailed off in sobs, but she still rambled on. "I was hurt so bad when they healed me. But I was a mess, and he came. I wasn't going to let him, Never was I going to let him. But Dumbledore said it was for the best, because I might not make it." She stopped for a moment, and her eyes turned to stare back into mine. "He was so gentle, and he cried alongside me. It was torturous… he was supposed to be evil, but he wasn't, and it …..God." She clamped her hands over her face. "I think I love him still." She cried even harder, and I tried to comfort her with my hand on her back. She just put her head on my shoulder and just cried.

I felt so many emotions, but I didn't know how to explain them. How could Pansy still love that bastard… but he had healed her. I recalled the guilt and pain in his eyes as everyone had deserted him. Maybe he still loved Pansy, and his actions had been accounted from the Blood Lust.

I think that is what scared me the most. I have never felt the Blood Lust, would I be able to fight it… for Hermione sake. Hermione, oh god. I could never hurt her. If ever it came to anything like that, I'd kill myself first. Or perhaps I could have Hermione stab me with a stake. Shit, how was I going to tell her?

Author's Note: I just want to thank EVERYONE for the wonderful reviews you have been giving me. I hope this update was everything you wanted and more. I hope I can get the next update in as early as I did this one. Thanks Again, Bree