A/N: Thanks for reviewing guys! Keep it up! I hope you like the story so far... I haven't updated in a little while because I've been quite busy with dancing! But school's finished now until late January, so I should be able to update lots of Christmas Holidays! And in case I don't update again before the, I hope you all have a really fantastic Christmas and an amazing New Years Party and New Year! I'm not going to bother making resolutions because I never stick to them! The only one I've ever stuck to was the one I made this past New Years and that was to do everything except sex and now I've completed that!

I hope you guys are way better than me at sticking to your resolutions so make 'em good and stick to them!

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Hermione's classes were a breeze that day. Transfiguration could not have been more simple (I mean, come on, it was revision from her past 6 years at Hogwarts). She was definitely lucky that her classes were so simple because she had other things on her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about her night with Draco and how she would feel when she was alone with him next.

She didn't know how it was the first time after a couple had sex because, obviously, this was her first time. She was scared that things would be different, like all he would want to do now is sexual things or that they wouldn't be able to communicate with each other normally.

Or what if he thought that he was just a rebound thing? Hermione wouldn't be able to live knowing that he thought that. She definitely had to talk to him but she knew that once she was alone with him, things probably wouldn't be the same as they were before. She had heard about how sex complicated things and she was terrified that it would complicate their new relationship; it was difficult enough as it was.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that she was about to walk into someone who was also caught up in his thoughts.

Hermione was knocked to the ground when they collided, the other person didn't fall, just slightly stumbled.

"Watch were you're going, slut." The person said.

She looked up to see her ex-boyfriend gazing down at her with a frightening look in his eyes. Hermione had thought that she heard him call her a slut, but she didn't want to believe that it was true. No one had ever called her a slut before and she certainly didn't want to be called one again.

"What did you just call me?" she asked, not wanting to know whether or not she really wanted to hear his answer.

"I called you a slut." He replied with as much venom in this sentence as he had had in the first.

"What bought that on?" she asked. She was stumped for a reason for why he was saying all this to her.

"Like you don't know what I'm talking about," he replied, looking at her as though she was either seriously stupid or playing dumb.

"No, I don't know what the hell you're going on about."

"Fine, I'll tell you. You're a slut because you were with me for two years and we never did anything – not even finger or hand. All I could do was kiss you. But you're with that slimy git for 3 days and you already have spread for him."

If looks could kill, Hermione would be dead right now. But luckily, they can't so all Hermione could do was stand there; dumbfounded.

'How the hell did he find out?' she thought. She knew that Ginny wouldn't have told him and Draco wouldn't have.

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Hermione answered the portrait with the Heads' password and it allowed her entry. She walked into the common room still trying to figure out how Ron would've known about her and Draco when she walked past Draco who was sitting on the couch, clearly frustrated with something. She stood there for a little while, just looking at Draco. Even when he looked mad, he still was gorgeous. Draco was the first to break his silence.

"Why didn't you tell me you and Weasley never actually broke up?" He sounded like he didn't know whether to be stern with her, or start to cry.

"Excuse me?" Now Hermione was really confused. Her and Ron did break up. He didn't love her anymore, he told her so. That was the end of their relationship, now they were both seeing other people. They weren't together anymore. Didn't Draco understand that?

"He told me he never broke up with you. He said he never told you that it was over."

"Well, he said he didn't love me, and that he loved someone else. Surely that's another way of saying 'I don't want to be with you anymore.'" She answered, honestly believing her words.

"Wait, he told you? What were you doing speaking to him anyway?"

"He confronted me after Quidditch practice. So are you two still together or not?"

"No, we're not together. You should know that. I'm with you!" Hermione cried to him.

"Do you have any feelings for him? Be honest. I can handle it." He asked. Even though he said he could handle whatever she said to him, she knew that if she said something like she still loved him, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He would not like that at all.

"The only feelings in which I hold for Ron are hatred and pity. Pity because his with Hannah Abbott, who's with everyone. Hatred because he's hurt me more than anyone else in this world, and he called me a slut before."

"Why did he call you that?" Draco was curious. Why would anyone call Hermione a slut? Sure she dressed a little more risqué now than she did before, but she still kept it casual, not over the top slutty.

"Well he said it was because I never did anything except kissing with him and we were together for 2 years but as soon as I got with you, we slept together already."

Hermione noticed that the tips of Draco's ears went pink, she figured that this might be something that happens when he's nervous or embarrassed because it's happened on more than one occasion.

"What? How does he know?" then suddenly it all came back to him... 'Perfectly clear... perfectly clear last night,' he remembered.

"Oh shit, Hermione. I told him that you were over him and that you made it clear last night but I never said that we slept together."

"Oh my god, you idiot. What else could that have meant?"

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As the couple walked down to dinner that evening, they received a whole lot of stares the whole way down to the great hall. People also started whispering to each other, occasionally glancing up to look at them as they walked past. Something was definitely going on.

As they entered the great hall, the monstrous sobs that could be heard from Pansy Parkinson over at the Slytherin table were enough to tell the couple that something was definitely going on. When Pansy saw the couple enter, she stood up from the table and walked towards Draco and Hermione with a purpose. She slapped Draco, called him an "evil bastard" and then pushed Hermione roughly out of the way and ran out of the great hall.

The two were left confused after the commotion and everyone in the great hall was now looking at them. They saw Ginny, who looked as pale as ever – 'probably due to morning sickness,' Hermione thought – walking towards them.

"I swear I didn't tell anyone, Hermione. I promise on our friendship. It was Ron. He told Lavender and Parvati, and well you know, once they know some gossip, everyone knows. I'm really sorry. I never knew he could be like this."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked. She didn't know what Ginny was talking about. 'Come to think of it,' she thought, 'I've been pretty much out of it all day!'

"He told everyone? About us?" he asked Ginny, referring to Hermione and himself as 'us.'

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone, and I mean everyone, in school knows by now. Even the teachers."

"Oh my god. I think I am going to die right now." Hermione said. She couldn't bear to think about what her teachers would be thinking if they knew that she had slept with Draco Malfoy. "I don't want to be expelled. I've worked too hard for everything to be expelled right now."

"Relax, 'Mione." Ginny whispered to Hermione as she pulled her friend in for a tight hug, "I'm pregnant and I'm still here. Imagine what will happen when that gets out. You and Draco just had sex, Blaise and I did and now I'm pregnant. I'm going to be due either just before or just after school ends. I don't even know if I'll come back to do seventh year."

The young redhead then returned to her seat at the Gryffindor table, leaving Hermione and Draco by themselves, still at the entrance to the Great Hall. They were too embarrassed to move. Draco had always found himself in the middle of rumours that were going around the school, especially ones about sex, but this was different. Somehow it seemed more believable than all the others did and people just seemed to know it was true. There was no point in denying it.