There was no possible way to even separate the thoughts racing through her mind. She felt a migraine coming on and felt slightly nauseas as well. She knew she couldn't go to the rest of her classes today. Hermione pushed herself of the closed toilet and decided she would go to the infirmary. She could get some medicine and have an excuse of why she wasn't in her classes. She left the bathroom and prayed that she wouldn't run into anyone… especially him. No, she wouldn't think about him right now. She knew that she was too overwhelmed already and that would just make her head hurt even more. She forgot where she was going for a moment and realized she had automatically walked towards the Gryffindor common room. Maybe she should shower. Her body was aching, most of the aching situated down there. No, don't think about it right now. She shook her head to herself and began walking to her original destination.

"Miss Granger, may I help you?" Madame Pomphrey asked curtly. Hermione was standing in the doorway, her stomach turning slightly. What if Madame Pomphrey somehow figured it out, about… what had happened? Hermione couldn't even say the word in her head. Not in this circumstance.

"Miss Granger?"

Hermione realized she hadn't answered her question. "Uh, yes, I have, um, a migraine"

Madame Pomphrey beckoned her over to a bed. Hermione wasn't sure how her legs were holding her up. This all felt so surreal for some reason.

"You are quite pale, Miss Granger. Lie back on the table."

Hermione complied without a word. The nurse bustled around in a cabinet for a few seconds before returning with a flask of some kind of yellow syrup, which seemed to be bubbling slightly.

"This will help with your migraine. It will take effect in about an hour. You should probably stay here until then." Madame Pomphrey said, handing Hermione the container. "Drink up"

The glass felt warm against her hand, indicating the liquid might be warm as well. She remembered when Harry had broken his arm in their second year and how he had said the bone re-growth serum had burned his throat. Hermione took a deep breath and swigged the syrup in one gulp. It was sour, but not as bad as she had expected.

She lay down on the table and closed her eyes. Malfoy kissing her belly, the heavy breathing, her hands running through his hair. Her eyes sprang open. The images were fresh in her mind and she couldn't hide from them. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy! It didn't make sense. What had she been thinking? Well, that was the thing. She wasn't thinking. When other people made that excuse she laughed in their face. How do you not think? Spur of the moment was not an excuse, you always think. But now she realized that it was indeed an excuse, and I legitimate one at that. But she also knew that she couldn't blame it on not thinking, because she was quite there. She was all there and she knew what was happening. When he asked her if she wanted to continue she said yes. She could of said no, there was no reason why she said yes except for the fact that she really didn't want to admit.

She had never even thought of Malfoy that way. The first time she met him she was only eleven and by the time she even started to develop crushes on boys she despised him. She never thought she was even attracted to him. Her pure hatred for him must of covered up any feelings of desire, right? If that was right, she would have secretly desired Malfoy, which made her squirm. She felt like a traitor just thinking about him in that way, not to mention what happened. She literally couldn't comprehend what would happen if it got out.

Hermione bolted up in the bed. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, then remembered where she was and lay back down. He was going tell people. Tell everyone about it. She didn't know what to do. Harry would... she didn't even know what he'd do. She could tell him Malfoy forced himself on her, but she knew that that would be very wrong and unfair. Unfair? To who? Malfoy? Who has done nothing but torture her, Ron and Harry? Who tried to get Buckbeak killed? Who broke Harry's nose and left him on the train? Who did so many unspeakable things that it would take years to say them all? She closed her eyes. Malfoy above her, looking down at her. His platinum hair tossled, his pale skin shining with sweat.

As she lay there, she realized that her migraine had completely disappeared. She also felt a lot more calm. Her thoughts were still overwhelming her, but she felt as if everything would be okay. And why would Madame Pomphrey suspect anything? And even if she did, why would she care? The school was made up of both male and female teenagers whose hormones were raging.

"You're looking much better, Miss Granger. I also put a sedative in the medicine to help with the tension that comes with migraines"

Hermione nodded. "Thanks"

"I think you can go back to class now"

Hermione sighed and nodded again, getting up off the bed. "Thanks again, Madame Pomphrey"

Madame Pomphrey didn't respond and began to straighten out the sheets in the bed Hermione had been on.

Draco sat alone at the desk in Transfiguration. Hermione hadn't shown up for class yet, and it had been about a half hour. He wasn't sure if he was happy or disappointed that she wasn't there. It was bound to be incredibly awkward, but nonetheless Draco still wanted to see her. And those definitely weren't the only thoughts swirling through his mind.

He was confused. Very confused. He didn't really understand these feelings that he had. There was this one part of him that felt proud of himself. He had actually shagged Hermione Granger. It was an impossible feat for a Slytherin, not to mention himself in particular. He had slept with Hermione Granger and now he could shove it in his fellow Slytherin's faces. He recognized these feelings and accepted them. That was what he was set out to do, and this amount of confidence might help him with his other, darker task that still loomed before him. Unfortunately, an unwelcome feeling of guilt was slowly eating away at him. He had tried to write it off as worrying about wasting precious time he was supposed to be spending trying to finish the Dark Lord's quest, but he realized after much thought that he actually kind of regretted sleeping with Hermione. He hated the feeling of regret and guilt, especially when it implied that he actually cared about her feelings, even if only slightly. The regret and guilt was a mixture of the thought of his dad finding out, the Dark Lord finding out, everyone finding out. He could literally be killed without a second thought. He was disposable in the eyes of the Dark Lord, nothing more than a silly minion. But some of his guilt was also the compassion towards Hermione. If she ever found out that it was a bet, nothing more than a dare… well, she would probably be very angry and hurt. And he felt a twinge of sadness as he thought about that. How could he have possibly developed feelings for that stupid mudblood in less than a week? He mentally slapped himself at the other twinge of guilt caused by using the word "mudblood. What was wrong with him? He looked over at the empty chair beside him. He wanted to see her again. He wanted touch her again and kiss her again. But why? The bet was over. There was nothing left… right?

Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a door opening behind him. He turned to see Hermione and immediately felt his heart skip a beat. What? No, Draco Malfoy does not get nervous. Hermione walked quickly over to Professor McGonagall, who looked annoyed, and handed a note to her. The professor scanned the note and nodded, gesturing over to the seat next to Draco. Hermione rushed over to the seat and sat down, glancing at Draco.

"Hey" Draco whispered, as so not to be heard by McGonagall.

Hermione looked over at him, her expression difficult to read. "Hi" she said, cracking a slight smile. She looked back at her parchment and began to scribble away with her quill.

Draco hadn't written anything down, since his brain had been elsewhere. He looked down at the blank paper in front of him and realized he didn't even know what the class was about today. He looked over at Hermione again, who still had her eyes glued to her notes. He wasn't sure if she was purposely avoiding his gaze or just being her normal, studious self. He glanced over at the rest of the class. Potter and Weasley were talking quietly as well as taking notes every so often. Draco looked around behind him. The desk that he and Hermione sat at was at the back of the class and therefore the only thing behind them was the wall.

Draco slowly brought his hand over to Hermione's left elbow, which was behind the desk. He rested his hand in the crook of it, causing Hermione to jump slightly. She looked up from her parchment, although still not looking at him or even down at his hand. Draco began to pull her arm down, since her left hand was resting on the table. Her hand slid off the table and Draco grasped it, slowly lacing his fingers between hers.

Hermione's heart was pounding and she avoided his gaze, since she knew she would blush if she looked at him. She looked around to see if anyone was behind them, but it was only the wall. Well, what if someone saw their hands under the desk from their seat? Improbable, but possible. She looked around behind her again, as if people would suddenly appear. She felt Draco squeeze her hand, and she guessed that he was trying to reassure her that no one was there. She settled back into her chair, trying to relax. No one had ever held her hand before and it felt quite good. It was actually surprisingly intimate. Draco Malfoy was holding her hand? She didn't have him pegged for that. It was very out of character for him. She hadn't been sure what she expected from him the first time they saw each other since then, but certainly not something this… sweet.

She just needed to stop thinking so much. Just to be in the moment. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the lesson instead, still feeling the warm presence of Malfoy's hand.

After class ended, Draco waited out in the hall for Hermione, who had stayed back to ask McGonagall something. He watched as fellow students filed out of the classroom. Potter and Weasley stopped when they saw him.

"You're usually the first person out, waiting for someone?" Potter scoffed.

"Back off, Potter" Draco sneered, crossing his arms.

"Ooh, someone's a bit touchy" Potter and Weasley laughed. "Hey Hermione"

Draco turned to see Hermione standing at the doorway of the classroom. He couldn't talk to her with Potter and Weasley around. He widened his eyes at her.

Hermione seemed to understand. "Uh, Harry, Ron, I'll catch up with you in a second, I need to tell Malfoy something about our assignment."

The two Gryffindors nodded and walked off into the crowd. Draco gestured to Hermione to follow him. Hermione begrudgingly complied, obviously worried about people being suspicious. Draco led her into an empty classroom, where he closed the door.

"This is how murders always start" Hermione said smiling.

Draco laughed and then walked over to Hermione so his face was only about two inches away from hers. Hermione looked up at him, a bemused expression on her face. Draco brought his lips down onto hers, pulling her in close. They kissed for a few seconds before Draco pulled away.

"Okay, I want to show you something"

Hermione looked annoyed. "No, I will not –"

"No, not that. I mean, later. It's a surprise. Just meet down by the lake tonight. Um, 12 am."

"You mean the lake that the giant squid lives in?"

"Please?"

"Did you actually just say 'please'?"

"Yeah, why?"

Hermione laughed. "Fine"

Author's Note: So sorry for not posting sooner. I was really busy and couldn't get around to it. Sorry!