thanx all my amazing readers, this chapy is semi long, sry its been so long...i was able to scrape it up with some help from my friends Laura. THANK U LAURA!!!!

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Falling in Love

Hermione had fallen asleep talking with Draco.

When she woke up, she was warm, and somehow content, she had no memory of anything beyond the last few seconds. Then it all came back to her, and that warm content feeling went straight to hell in a hand basket. She dove out of bed and the male arms that were holding her so securely a moment ago, and promptly threw up in the bathroom.

She remembered everything that had happened the night before...it made her shudder.

When she returned, she saw Draco (which she now comfortably called him in her head) reclining on the bed looking so delectable wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He really was very fine. But he was Death Eater, and that was a problem, dammit!

Hermione at this time started arguing with her self inside her head.

Bad Hermione, bad! We do not like evil Death Eaters.

He's not evil.

What about last night.

He was acting.

Then he must be one hell of an actor, or he's lying.

He not lying.

You know what? Just shut up.

Back to reality.

"Granger," he greeted her.

"Malfoy," she said right back.

Well, this is sufficiently awkward, she thought. Just then, she looked down and realized she was wearing a men's shirt that came down to her thighs and was much too long for her arms. She instinctively knew it was Draco's from the smell, a mixture of sandalwood, magic, and the forest after rain.

Then she remembered, she had put on him shirt when she had nothing else to wear.

She wondered

Why did wearing his shirt and having his scent on her make her all tingly? Why did she feel like she wanted every day to be like this?

As Hermione pondered this, Draco also had some thoughts.

She looks beautiful, he thought. Way too beautiful to be real. Why does she have to be the enemy? Yesterday when the Dark Lord was touching her, he could barely contain his rage. He felt that no one should touch her but him, and only when she was willing, which was ridiculous because he had absolutely no claim on her whatsoever. He should not want her like this! This had to stop! But even as he thought the words, he knew it wouldn't. For quite a few reasons. For one, if "g-d" had wanted this madness to end, he/she/they or w/e never would have made her put on his shirt. He thought to himself, She looked so…right wearing his shirt. He could easily picture her wearing his shirts to sleep every night. If she was wearing clothes at all. The thought made entirely inappropriate images pop into his head. He struggled to banish them as he stared at the beautiful picture that was Hermione. No good. Oh well, here goes a nothing.

He was getting up and walking towards her. Her heart was either beating really fast, or not at all. Her hands fluttered uncertainly, as he got closer and closer. Unlike Voldemort, he didn't have a predatory gleam in his eyes. His eyes were gentle,a soft blue, they where blue again?! and almost reverent, as if he'd never seen anything more beautiful than her in one of his shirts. Which he really hadn't.

When he reached her, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. When they were this close, he could smell her perfectly, and he sucked in a ragged breath as he smelled his own scent on her skin. Their scents where combined together, and on Hermione there was nothing sexier. He could no longer resist. He slowly bent his head to hers, giving her time to pull away, which she didn't, and captured her lips with his. She groaned as she parted her lips for him.

He tasted like heaven, better than any other man she'd ever kissed. But this is Malfoy! I shouldn't be enjoying his kisses! She thought. But then the other little voice in her head said, shut the hell up! So she did.

Draco thought, If Hermione kept responding to his kisses this way, and kept tasting the way she did, he'd never last. Their kiss was frenzied and gentle at the same time, he wanted to take his time with her, savor her, but at the same time he thought that the few millimeters between them created by their clothes was way too much. The heat of her body pressed against his made his wanted to crawl up inside her and hibernate. He couldn't get enough of her.

He backed her up against the wall pulled her hips towards his. She gasped as she felt his arousal pressing into her. She involuntarily bucked her hips into his. He hissed in a breath and pulled back. He didn't want to scare her. Not so soon after everything that had happened to her.

" We shouldn't go too fast," he said to her, when all he wanted was to be kissing her again.

She stared at him. He was by far the best kisser she'd every had, and she would gladly have kept kissing him just to keep feeling the things he made her feel, the things he awakened in her, and he was stopping because he didn't want to go too fast.

She was realizing all too soon that it would be entirely too easy to fall in love with this man. He was sweet, and gentle, and everything that a real Death Eater was not, but he had no choice. She nodded. It really was too fast.

Draco stepped back and tried to put some space between them, to breath in fresh air instead of her tantalizing scent over laid by his own. He summoned them some breakfast and they ate in front of the fire, Hermione still in his shirt and in no hurry to get out and away from his wonderful smell.

Over breakfast and for the rest of the day they talked about whatever they could find, from magic, to books, to hair color versus intelligence level, for example, are blondes really dumb?

Draco took high offense to that topic, until she kissed away the hurt.

When she pulled back she was blushing, and he had a shocked look on his face. Then he pulled her back in for another taste.

They spent the night on the couch by the fire, reveling in one another's company and lips, snuggling together like they'd been doing it for years.

(A/N) THANK YOU LAURA!!! I give her a ton of credit for this chapter, my ideas, but she wrote it in as basics. I'm sry this is taking so long. Ive even had to stop reading im so busy or tired or stress or w/e. and im failling science :( and finals r starting next week...thanx to those who rn't mad. i will do my best to update again, and i made sure not to leave this chapy as a hook incase it takes a while to update again ur friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah