Grr…ff net has been evil these past few days. But the few reviews I was able to receive seemed to say the same thing. One, that you love this story! Which makes me very, very happy. Two, that you want my chapters to be longer. Okay, let me defend myself here. Normally, I write everything down on paper before I type it. With this story, I'm just typing it as I go with the flow here. So these chapters are not going to be as long as I know you all want them however, I am updating these chapters faster than I have ever updated a story before because I really am determined to have ONE good Hermione/Draco sex story out there that is not entirely filled with "Draco, I've become good looking now so I shall throw myself at you! Shag me!" "Oh Hermione, I now see the error of my ways! I shall be a good wholesome man! I love you Hermione….uh…whatever your last name is….MARRY ME!!!!" –end chapter FOUR- because that is just not how I want to go with this flow. So…yes. I really enjoy this story. BE THANKFUL!!!

Chapter Five

She Held Him Up

The sun did not stream in through curtains as it had the day before. Hermione woke at her usual time. She rolled over in her bed to find her clothes laid out neatly on the chair by her bed. She was still naked from the night before but something was different. There was a silver blanket wrapped around her body. It was identical to the gold one that lay at the foot of her bed. Draco had apparently wrapped her up in the blanket to carry her back to her room. She didn't know whether it was kindness to wrap her up and keep her warm, or disgust at having to carry her naked body an entire hundred feet to the bedroom. She decided not to think about too much seeing as thinking tended to make her late for class.

She got up that morning and went through the average routine. She still wouldn't look in the mirror. Draco had shagged her two nights in a row and she just wasn't ready to look at her face in the mirror again. She scrubbed herself in the shower once more, though not nearly as roughly as after the first time. She dried her hair with magic once more and quickly made her way out of the bathroom.

She went back to her room to get her books and saw the silver blanket lying on her bed. She folded it up and went to Draco's bedroom. She laid it down gently on his bed. His room looked different in the daylight. Instead of the dark superiority it cast over her in the night, it was almost warm and inviting in the daylight. It almost reminded her of Draco except in reverse.

During the day, his eyes were as cold as ice and his harsh comments proved that his heart was just as cold. Yet, in the night, something erupted in his eyes. It was a fire that burned in his cold grey eyes, bringing them to life. It was the fire of lust that burned so bright in his eyes.

Hermione turned and walked out of the bedroom quickly, slinging her book bag over her shoulder. She went through that day in a bit of a haze. She continued to replay the events of the past two nights in her head.

The events continued to replay for the next two weeks. Almost every night Hermione would engage in pleasures of the flesh with Draco. Hermione could not tell why, but she looked forward to her evening rendezvous with Draco every night. It was not merely the sex that kept her coming back, it was something else. He wasn't kind to her, he was impassive towards her. She could tell he thought of her as nothing more than a piece of flesh.

She didn't realize it, but that was what drew her to him so much. Around everyone she was a perfect, pristine student who did nothing wrong. Around Draco, she was free to enjoy herself.

Hermione was never allowed to enjoy herself. Not really. She could only enjoy herself the way everyone expected her to. She could read books and study. She could do what she was expected to do.

Draco expected nothing from her.

Hermione liked that.

She liked not having any expectations to live up to. She just wished it could have been anyone else in the world to make her feel so free.

Harry and Ron noticed Hermione was acting odd in the beginning, but after a while she just seemed more relaxed. They didn't question it. They didn't like their best friend being worked up all the time. Harry was still a bit suspicious though. He didn't know what had come over Hermione. She had this look in her eye that he just couldn't place. He didn't make a big deal out of it because she seemed happy.

But there lies the rub, for Hermione was not happy.

Not even close.

She was drawn to Draco. Yet, she hated him. She wanted to be near him but she couldn't stand him. He degraded her yet set her soul free. She was torn between the two passions.

On one hand, she passionately detested every fiber in his being.

On the other, she felt such a lustful passion for him that in any religion would be the greatest sin of sins.

Hermione sat in the snow by the frozen lake after classes one December afternoon. The icy north wind blew snow around her as the sun set. Brilliant oranges, pinks, and purples shone from the sky. The colors reflected off of the snow, casting a beautiful glow across the grounds. Hermione sat in silence as she watched the red sun sink below the horizon. The wind blew harder and Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She was numb from the cold yet it was in the brief moment as the sun's last rays peeked behind the mountains when the most horrible feeling in the world finally bubbled up to the surface of her subconscious.

She was falling for Draco Malfoy.

She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let herself fall for the enemy.

She removed herself from the frozen ground and quickly made her way back to the castle. Hermione quickly climbed the steps to the Head's Dorm. When she arrived, Draco was sitting on a sofa in the Common Room working on an essay. He looked up when she arrived and gave her a curious expression.

"Merlin Granger, you look frozen. Warm yourself up before you get sick." Draco said, motioning for the armchair next to the fire. Hermione looked at him curiously.

"Do my ears deceive me? Is a Malfoy caring?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Malfoy rolled his eyes dramatically.

"If you get sick, you might get me sick and no one would want that." Malfoy sneered. It was Hermione's time to roll her eyes.

"Of course not. Malfoy, I've been thinking about something and I've come to a decision." Hermione began.

"Good for you. Let me pretend like I care." Draco quipped.

"I can't keep doing this. We have to end it." She said firmly. Draco looked at her for a moment before responding.

"If that's what you want. It's been fun."

Sorry for the delay. I've been on the other side of the country while my laptop was tucked safely in my bedroom. Not to mention I had writer's block to the extreme. I am also starting a Harry/Ginny post-HBP story…it's called Forever Yours, Faithfully. I'll be posting it as soon as I finish chapter one. Sorry for the shortness of the chapters but this story will not be long. It really won't. By the way…things are about to get really rough in this story. So hold on to your desk chairs! Review please!