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"NO RON!" she cried, pushing him back. "That's exactly what he wants you to do. He's trying to get a rise out of you!" Draco smirked at Ron, who snarled at him but backed off.

"That's right, Granger. Keep your animal on a leash. All you can do is come to the end of your chain and bark." Ron was about to lunge once more but found Draco's wand digging into his neck. "Try it, Weasley," he hissed. "I'd really love to see you try it." Hermione pushed the wand down, glaring at him.

"Go away, Dr-Malfoy," she snapped, ignoring her stumble. His smirk only grew, but he left. Ron turned on Hermione, eyes wide.

"Why didn't you let me beat his ass up?!?!" he shouted. Hermione kissed Jesiphire's nose, not looking at Ron.

"Just drop it ok. You're not going to do yourself any good by getting detention for fighting with Malfoy." But on the inside, Hermione was asking herself the exact same question.

Hermione walked with Ron, Harry and Ginny into the Great Hall. Dumbledore made the regular announcements and the feast began. Hermione poked at her food, not really having much of an appetite. Ron looked at her.

"Hermione, you feeling ok?" he asked and she glanced at him. Around her neck, the weight of the chain increased. It was hidden behind her robes, but she felt like it exposed her. She sighed, putting down her fork.

"I'm not feeling myself, lately, that's all." Dumbledore stood and the hall fell silent.

"Now it is time to announce our new Heads. This years Head Boy and Girl are Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy!" The hall erupted in applause as Hermione stared over at Draco. He was smirking and, catching sight of her, winked. Her heart sunk into her feet. Ginny frowned.

"What's wrong, Hermione? I thought you'd be glad to be Head, even if it is with that prick." Hermione groaned.

"It's not that," she grumbled. "It's just that..." She sighed. "Just forget it. I'm going to the library, ok?" Without waiting for a response, she stood and wandered out. Entering her favorite place in Hogwarts, she walked around, just looking at books. She then stopped in an aisle. Placing a finger on the spine of the book, she read.

"Love and Sex in You Marriage," she muttered to herself. She looked long the rest of the aisle, frowning. "Is Sex in You Marriage Not What You Thought it Would Be? Getting Through a Troubled Marriage. Potions and Brews For Married Couples. Married Women: The Facts About Sex in Your Marriage. Nine Months: How To Pass Through Your Pregnancy. First Time: For Women Who Are Experiencing Pregnancy for the First Time. Sex During Pregnancy: What Do You Do?" The last bok caught her attention and she pulled it out and began flipping through the pages.

"Hey Hermione, whatcha doing?" Hermione gasped and turned around, the book behind her back. Ron was watching her curiously from the end of the aisle. "What are you looking for?" Hermione gulped, glancing at the books on the shelves.

"Nothing, Ron," she told him, slipping the book she had into her bag. "Just looking around." Ron laughed.

"I'd have thought that you'd have been all over this library," he said as they began walking out. Hermione nodded and stopped at the door.

"Um, Ron, could you wait here, I forgot something," she lied and hurried over to the Library desk. She handed the book to the librarian. "Can I check this out?" The librarian's eyes widened at the book and looked up at Hermione. Hermione felt herself grow hot but kept the gaze. "I'm just interested, is all." The librarian looked unconvinced but checked in out nonetheless. Putting it back in her bag, she joined Ron. They headed back into the Great Hall just as the desserts were being served.

Eating a piece of pie, Hermione looked up to see Dumbledore stand again.

"Quiet, please. I have an annoucement concerning seventh years. This year, all the seventh years will be required to take a sexual education class, headed up by Ms. Nymphadora Tonks. This is a mandatory class, so trying to get out of it is futile." Hermione had choked on her milk. The hall was loud with complaints and conversation over the new class. Ron blinked.

"He did not just say what I think he said?" he asked and Ginny nodded, laughing.

"At least I don't have to take it until next year!" she giggled and Hermione gave her a stern look.

"Why are they doing this now? They didn't do it for last years graduates." Harry shrugged.

"Guess they figure we need it more," he said. "It can't be that bad. Just really embarrasing to have to sit through. Tonks has to do it!" Hermione wasn't paying attention, staring over to where Draco was sitting. He glanced over, no longer smirking. He didn't want a sexual education class. He could teach sex-ed all by himself. She sighed, standing.

"I'm heading to bed. I really need the sleep." With a wave goodnight, she left the Great Hall, walking in the direction of the Head Commons. It was only a few minutes that she realized she was being followed. Glancing behind her, she frowned. Slytherins. Draco was with them. They didn't seem to want to join her, yet they weren't slowing down upon realizing they had been noticed. Turning back around, she came to a stop in front of what she recognized as the Head Commons. On the portrait was a griffin. It sat up, staring sternly at Hermione.

"Password," it demanded. Blushing, Hermione looked over to where Draco was. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Godsend," he told the griffin and the portrait door swung open. Draco stepped in, followed by Hermione and the other Slytherins. The common room was enormous, with deep scarlet furniture, a large fireplace and two staircases leading to the Head rooms. Hermione headed up one and found her name on the door. Pushing it open, she smiled. The room was decorated in soft lavender, her favorite color, with a king sized bed, a desk, rugs and French doors leading out onto a lovely balcony. A door at the side of the room led into a master bathroom, with a pool sized tub in the middle, two marble sinks, a wall length mirror with a floor length one to the side. A shower was in the corner and there was even a sauna.

The door at the other side of the bathroom opened up and Draco appeared, Blaise with him. Hermione frowned.

"Why can't we have seperate bathrooms?" she asked, turning around and heading back into her room. Draco followed her.

"You want seperate bathrroms?" he whispered into her ear and she jumped, spinning around.

"Yes, I do. I have a seperate bedroom." He looked around it.

"Nice," were his only words before leaving and going into the commons. Hermione scowled after him and followed him and Blaise. She settled into a comfortable love seat, watching as the common room began filling with Slytherins.

"What's going on here?" she demanded as Draco sat down next to her. He shrugged.

"They wanted to see the common room." Several of them were already going up into the rooms. Hermione scowled but said nothing. Goyle showed up, handing them each a butter beer. Hermione shook her head but Draco accepted his. Pulling her legs beneath her, she began playing with her chain. Pansy sat down on the couch, eyeing the pair.

"So, what's it like being with the muggle?" she asked Draco. The common room suddenly became quiet as everyone turned to hear the responce. Hermione grew red in the face. Draco leaned back in the seat, resting his feet on the coffee table. His eyes closed and he was quiet for a moment.

"Best sex I've ever had," he muttered and a howl of laughter rose up among the Slytherins. Hermoine had gone through fifty shades of red and was about to get out of the seat when Draco grabbed her arm, pulling her back into the chair. "Wanna know something?" he asked his house. They all leaned in, several of them still snickering. "She was virgin on our wedding night." Hermione leapt to her feet, glaring at him. She stormed up to her room, chased a few first years out and slammed the door to the laughing Slytherins. Draco smiled, opening his eyes. Blaise rolled his eyes and Crabbe nodded.

"Can't believe it, Malfoy," he said. "A mudblood, who knew." Draco eyed him for a moment and then closed his eyes.

"Call her a mudblood again and I'll make sure you never speak again," he hissed. "I call her that. None of you. Understood?" A ripple of agreement went through the crowd and Draco smirked. "Then get out of here. I have things to do." The House errupted in howls of myrth again as they left. Draco remained in the common room for about an hour before heading up to Hermione's room. She was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. Upon catching sight of him, she glared and slammed the door shut. He shrugged off his robes and lounged about in the bed, looking around her room. Jesiphire leapt up onto the bed, purring and rubbin her head against Draco's leg. He eyed the kitten and, taking it, dropped it on the floor. It hissed and disappeared out the door, much to Draco's amusement. Hermione came out, dressed in shorts and a large t-shirt.

"Get out, Draco," she growled and he laughed. Getting up, he approached her, stopping when they were inches apart. His lips were near hers and he could hear her ragged breathing. He smirked.

"I don't think you want me to go, mudblood," he whispered. She wanted to back up but she couldn't. He leaned in and captured her lips with his.

Draco got out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and stretching. Hermione lay asleep on the bed, her entire body uner the sheets except her blasted hair. He shook his head. She really needed to do something about that. Looking around the room, he spotted her bag and opened it. A book? He pulled it out and studied the cover.

"Sex During Pregnancy: What Do You Do?" he whispered to himself. Pregnant? He suddenly paniked. She can't be pregna...wait a minute...Sex during pregnancy? Draco couldn't help but smirk. He was egotistical, yes, but the damn girl, scratch that, young woman couldn't get enough of him. Still, if she was pregnant...

He moved over to her side of the bed, glancing at the clock. It was about two in the morning.

"Muggle," he whispered into her ear. "Muggle, wake up will you." She groaned and pushed down the sheets. She stared up tiredly at him.

"What is it, Draco?" she murmured angrilly. "I'm tired!" He waved away her complaints, showing her the book.

"What the hell is this?" he asked. She blinked and took a closer look at what he was holding She suddenly flushed and snatched the book away from him.

"That's none of your business," sne snapped.

"It is if you're pregnant," he snarled. She sat up, shoving the book under the matress.

"Well, I'm not, so stop worrying," she grumbled. He eyed her and then reached for pen and parchment. She watched him. "What are you doing?"

"Owling Pansy," he told her. "I want her to send over some potions for you."

"Potions for what?"

"Birth control, mudblood," he snapped. "Have you not been paying attention? I'm not going to have you getting pregnant while we're in school." She watched him finish the letter and whistle. A large eagle owl flew in a moment later. Draco tied the note to the owl's leg and it flew out through the balcony door, which they had left open last night becaue if was too hot. Draco turned back to Hermione. "Now, about that book-" She hit him with the pillow.

"Shut up, Draco," she growled, turning onto her back. He kissed her shoulders and felt her shudder. "Why are you doing this?" she murmured. He shrugged, pulling her closer to him.

"Because I can. Because you're letting me."