Before she had time to think or analyze, his hands were on her again, roaming her body fiercely, demanding that she yield to his caresses. She responded with her own demands and pushed him back onto the suddenly very convenient bed. They moved furtive and hot over the velvet coverlet, exploring every bare inch of skin and then Draco slid his hands underneath her shirt and his cool hands fell feather light on her back.

"Draco," she murmured into his neck.

"Hmmm?"

She tried to gather her thoughts to speak, to ask him what in Merlin's name they were doing, clinging together as if for dear life and most importantly how it could possibly feel so right -

"Hsshh, love," he closed his mouth over her earlobe, drawing a gasp from her and effectively stopping all logical thought.

A creak brought them up sharp.

"What are you two doing in here?' Ron demanded with his hands on his hips, looking for all the world like Mrs. Weasley in one of her moods.

The door to the Room of Requirement pushed open, giving Draco and Hermione barely enough time to spring apart and stare at opposite corners of the floor as if suddenly fascinated by the dust bunnies. This being Hogwarts, they were forming colonies. At the moment, they were gathering together to prepare for the hostile takeover of the windowsill.
Draco froze, any plausible lies he could think of dying on his lips. Luckily, Hermione had not entirely lost her cool head during their passionate kisses.

"Draco was helping me with my Patronus," she lied glibly and behind her, a stunned Draco coughed to hide the smirk that graced his face when he heard her lie for the first time. It was as he had long suspected: her placement in Gryffindor was merely an accident of birth.

Harry looked them both up and down. While the Golden Trio were aware that Draco was a spy for the Order, no one had ever encountered him publicly giving aid to a member of the Light. It was a cute try, but it was obvious she was lying. He'd known her since she was eleven, and seen her lie countless times on his behalf. He knew she looked slightly to the left when she did it. Also, her lips were swollen. He raised an eyebrow, a gesture that spoke more than anything he could have said right then. He knew she was lying and he wasn't going to argue.

"What happened to your face?" Ron asked, noticing Draco's bruised countenance.

"Offensive Spell. We were practicing Blasting Curses," Draco said in a clipped, casual tone that broked no argument.

Harry had seen their staring contests, of course. At first he'd assumed, as Hermione had, that Draco had wanted to get her alone to pass on some piece of information he didn't trust Harry or Ron with. It didn't surprise him that Draco would be looking for chinks in the armor, looking to see who could benefit him the most. Draco would play all of them like instruments until he was sure of their loyalties. It was a deeply Slytherin thing to do and Harry had expected it because he knew something that Draco would never admit to anyone, not even himself. Draco Malfoy was terrified.

This encounter, however, was neither here nor there. It was obvious that whatever they had been doing, it had nothing to do with practicing Offensive Spells. Hermione saw the arch in the eyebrow and knew right away that Harry didn't buy it, but she clung stubbornly to her innocent expression. A tense half second passed. Harry and Ron exhaled and strode into the room.

"I'd make myself scarce if I were you" Harry hissed at the blonde wizard with the swollen lower lip. "The rest of the DA is coming any minute."

That was all Draco needed to hear. His precious anonymity was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. With a terse nod to Potter, he spun on his heel and was gone. He did not look at Hermione, but Harry did. Her composure had dropped. Her face was flushed and her breath was coming rapidly, but her eyes stayed on the dust bunnies as they gathered for battle on the floor.