A/N: Wow! So everyone knows Draco and Hermione have slept with each other. They're just gonna have to deal with it though!

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The two had just finished dinner in the Heads' room. They didn't want to have to eat with everyone staring at them and talking about them. Hermione hated it. She didn't know how Harry had dealt with this ever since coming into the wizarding world when he was 11. People stared at him and talked about him every minute of every day and Hermione couldn't even handle knowing that she was today's hot gossip.

Draco seemed more relaxed in Hermione's company than he ever would've been if his father hadn't had his soul sucked out of him. If Lucius ever found out that his son had slept with a mudblood, he'd be furious. He'd kill Hermione, then Draco. But at the moment, and for the rest of his life until he rots away and dies, he doesn't even know he has a son. Draco wouldn't be surprised if he was even literate anymore. He probably wouldn't even know the word 'mudblood' now, let alone what it meant.

Everything was turning out okay and Draco was actually happy. The only thing that could make him happier was if his mother was still alive. He missed her so much; apart from Hermione, she was the only person in this world that he ever felt truly understood him. God knows his father didn't, Crabbe and Goyle most certainly didn't and Pansy, well she thought she did but she knew jack shit.

'Maybe Blaise as well,' Draco thought, while playing with Hermione's hair while she lay on his chest. 'Blaise and I are close; like brothers. Maybe he understands me.'

But somehow Draco didn't believe that yet. He knew that they were both completely different people but that's what made them so close. They were like brothers, just like he thought, but they still didn't confide everything to each other. Nearly everything, but some things were still left unsaid.

He had now told Hermione everything he didn't tell Blaise. He thought Blaise would think less of him if he did; he thought he would think Draco wasn't a 'real man' if he just started crying in front of Blaise. He was sure Blaise felt the same around the Weaselette as well.

'I gotta stop calling her that.' He thought. 'Ginny. The girls' name is Ginny. She's Hermione's best friend, and Blaise's girl. Ginny. Remember that.'

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked. She had stopped staring into the fireplace and was now looking up into Draco's eyes.

"Just Ginny," he replied. 'Crap, that sounded wrong,' he thought.

"What?" Hermione asked, smiling. "You're thinking bout Ginny? Oh no, Draco. Don't go there. She's pregnant for Christ's' sake!"

"No, I'm not thinking about that? I'm just trying to remind myself to call her Ginny, not 'Weaselette' anymore."

"Oh," she smiled. "Well in that case, here, you can have this." she smiled playfully and leaned forward to kiss him.

Only a peck on the lips, just to tease him. Hermione liked playing around with Draco. She could so easily wrap him around her finger when they were together. She knew the exact right amount to give him, to make him want her to give him more and that's the way she liked it.

"Draco wants more, please," he said in a sweet voice.

"Oh really?" Hermione flirtatiously asked. "Draco can have what he wants then."

Draco closed his eyes and leant in for another kiss, hoping to score another hot and heavy snogging session before he did his homework and went to bed, but Hermione obviously didn't want that. She had other things in her mind.

Instead of kissing his lips, Hermione kissed his neck and made her way down, kissing the spots she knew that would turn him on. Apparently the torso is a very sensitive spot for a guy, well according to the magazines that she reads it is.

She got down to his belly button and pushed his white wifebeater singlet shirt up. She kissed his belly button and continued further down and passed his not-even-there snail trail.

She unbuckled his black leather belt, which looked kind-of punkish to her – something she never thought she would ever see Draco wearing. She took his belt off and tossed it on the floor, still kissing the part of his pelvis that wasn't covered by his shirt or the top of his baggy denim jeans.

Now that his belt was off, it was time for his pants to come off, too. She steadily undid the button and pulled the zipper down. Then, she stopped kissing Draco and pulled his pants off.

'For a first timer, she doesn't look that scared.' Draco thought. He had been watching her work the entire time. He was impressed with her enthusiasm. Yesterday she was a nervous virgin who had never done anything sexual in her whole life. Today she was a confident young woman who had only ever had sex – her and Draco had skipped a few steps but today she was playing catch-up.

Now Draco's bottom half was almost completely naked and free of clothing. He still had his black silk boxer shorts on but Hermione removed them swiftly and continued kissing her way down towards his 'package.'

He was unsure what she was going to do; maybe a hand job or maybe head, possibly both.

At first she just teased him with her tongue, licking around the base. Never once putting it in her mouth. She was also holding his penis with one hand, but wasn't using it to stimulate him in any way, but only the thought of her touch and the feeling of her hands and tongue on his member did enough to excite him. She didn't need to do anything else, he was getting hard just by her teasing, but then she did. She took him into her mouth, slowly taking her time with her tongue, running it along the sides of his penis. Up and down she continued to suck before he felt her relax her entire mouth.

'God no, there's no way. She can't possibly be thinking of doing - '

"OH my GOD, Hermione." His voice had never faltered him on many occasions, but this was one that it did. Hermione had done what most girls, first time or not, don't even attempt to do. She had taken his entire length into her mouth and it drove him wild.

He felt Hermione smile when he practically screamed out his pleasure. He was enjoying this and he could tell Hermione was too. She continued to suck and played with him at the same time. He was enjoying this and before he knew it, he had already came.

She swallowed everything that entered her mouth and for a second he thought he saw a look of disgust on her face while she attempted to swallow the whole lot at once. She gradually finished it all off and then licked the head of his penis clean.

Without a doubt in his mind, this was the best blow job Draco had ever received. 'They can only get better with practice,' he thought and he smirked to himself. 'Damn! I'm a lucky guy. She is fuckin' awesome!'

She was still sitting on top of his naked legs, watching him smirk and think to himself. His next thought was his best yet. In one swift action he managed to find himself sitting on top of Hermione, and her laying underneath him, looking up at him, obviously curious as to what he was about to do.

"Your turn now," he whispered into her ear and then he began following the same plan Hermione started out with. He kissed every inch of the top half of her body and made his way down, towards his favourite part of the female anatomy. Blocking his way was her white mini-skirt and light underwear but that was quickly fixed.

He began to tease her like she teased him. He flicked his tongue across her clit and made her scream in delight. He knew she wanted more but she would just have to wait.

"Draco, stop." Hermione told him.

"No, baby. I'm just getting warmed up." He answered.

"Draco, stop." Hermione pleaded once more.

He then heard a third person clear their throat, he lifted his head from Hermione's crotch, making sure he covered her parts in case someone else was in the room. Yep! Someone else was most definitely in the room. Professor Severus Snape had just walked in on his favourite student going down on the Head Girl.

The first thought that popped into Draco's mind was that Hermione didn't scream because she was in pleasure, she screamed because someone had walked in on them without even knocking on the portrait. But, hey, teachers do that.

"I am sorry to interrupt you, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, who didn't look sorry to interrupt but actually rather disgusted at what he had just witnessed. "but Madam Pomfrey wanted me to inform you in regards to Mr. Zabini. He is being transferred to St. Mungo's in half-an-hour. She wondered, as did his pregnant girlfriend Ms. Weasley, if you would like to see him before he is moved."

"What? Blaise is in the hospital wing?" Hermione asked. She was stunned, she had seen him while he was at dinner and he looked fine then.

"What the fuck happened to him?" Draco asked, putting on his pants and walking towards the portrait.