She was no longer in her dorm, she was now in the same room as the night before, her breath was coming in gasp and her skin was sticky with sweat. She sat up to see that blond man smiling up at her, he was naked and covered in sweat as well. Reaching a hand up he brushed her hair out of her face and pulled her lips down to his, giving her a passion filled kiss. She kissed him back feeling the familiar feeling of lust swirl in the pit of her stomach. He pushed her back down so that he was stretched above her, his bare length covering her; to her shocked surprise, she was wearing nothing as well. Dimly she wondered where her cloths had gone as she marveled at the feel of him on her.

His lips left hers and traveled down her neck; she drew in a breath and tangled her fingers in his hair. Still his mouth and kisses went farther down, capturing one of her nipples in the steamy wetness of his mouth. She let out a gasp, as he switched to the next giving it twice as much attention as the other, and still his mouth went farther down. Covering her stomach with tiny kisses, she could feel throughout all her nerves. His tongue darted out and stroked the inside of her belly button, before his hands wandered farther, smoothing the already smooth skin of her thighs. He sprinkled light kisses on her hipbones and then her thighs. His hands parted her legs and rubbed up the inside of them.

His blond hair tickled her as he moved his head down to meat his hands on her thighs; she let out a small moan as his warm breath touched her in forbidden places. With in seconds it was more then his breath that was touching her, his lips worked her and parted her, and then his tongue touched her. Her head spun she was dizzy with pleasure, and her hands tightened in his hair. It was hard for her to breathe, she was gasping for breath, and he wasn't stopping. Finally, when she thought she couldn't stand it any more he lifted his head and brought him self above her, pausing just before he entered her. He dipped his head down and kissed her, she could taste herself on him and then he was in her, they both groaned at the feeling.

She was spinning and clinging to him, he had both his hands on her hips holding her in a tight grip. Almost painful, but oddly exciting. They were both knocked over the edge in but a few moments, and they lay there him still in her panting. His weight on her felt wonderful and to keep it that way she wrapped her arms around his neck, they kissed, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes; she'd had another one of those dreams. Lavenders bed was empty along with the Parvatis and Ginnys. She was alone in the room and her mind began to wander, she could almost see the icy blue of his eyes, the soft touch of his fingers on her skin.

"Hermione, get up." Ginny walked in to the dormitory and jumped on Hermione's bed. "Today is the start of first term! You are always up before every one else." Hermione gave a small yawn and got up, ruffling through her trunk until she found clean clothes.

About ten minutes later, a fresh Hermione walked down the stairs. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she had on a light purple pullover. Harry and Ron were waiting for her near the bottom of the stairs, and when she was almost to the bottom, Ron jumped out from behind a statue and scared her silly.

"Ron, you are so immature." She said playfully hitting him in the arm. They walked to the portrait whole and stepped out. "I am so tired," she complained "and there are to many stairs, one of you should carry me." She stated smiling.

To her surprise neither laughed instead, Ron leaned over and took her behind the neck and knees and picked her up. Hermione giggled.

"I meant a piggy back ride." Ron smiled and sat her down kneeling in front of her. She crawled on his back and he carried her down stairs to the Great Hall.

"Jeez...you need to loose like a hundred and fifteen pounds." He laughed as she jumped off his back at the doors and walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"I only weigh 115. You Moron." They laughed and ate their breakfast, Hermiones eyes only strayed towards Draco once for when she saw him next to Pansy holding her hand, and she almost gagged. She told herself that the dreams were nothing, and that he had a right to date whom ever he wanted. To Hermiones horror, she had double potions first, with Slytherin.

"I know that in the past I have let you sit where ever you please...but today you will be assigned a partner." Snape said as he walked to the front of the class. "So every one up and when you hear your name sit in the seat I point to." There was a loud rush of students obeying his orders, all gathered their stuff and walked to the back of the room.

"Longbottom and Goyel," He said pointing to the first table, "Potter and Crabbe." pointing to the table next to them. "Weasley and Bulstrude, Malfoy and Granger." Hermione's heart stopped. Malfoy? What? Why Malfoy? She walked to the table Snape had pointed to; Malfoys face was twisted in disgust.

"Don't worry Granger; I don't like this any more then you." Hermione sighed, this was going to be the worst potions class yet.

"Draky, I am so sorry you have to be stuck with that!" Pansy said sitting herself behind Malfoy, who stifled a groan. //not only do I have to work with her, but I have to listen to Pansy// beside him Hermione smiled down at her chopped devil root. Malfoy ignored Pansy and stirred the bubbling liquid, five times to the left. Then just to see if Hermione would notice he directed his wand in the opposite direction, the liquid immediately turned a sickly green.

Letting out a sigh, Hermione raised her eyes to Malfoy who smirked back, her expression was un-amused. "What the hell did you do that for?" she asked calmly.

"What do you think" he hissed back, "I won't get in trouble for it, you will." The smirk never left Malfoys face. Hermione knew he was right Snape favored Malfoy above all the students, but instead of telling him this, she just smiled slyly at him, which confused him to no end.

"Well, how would you know?"

Lifting a blond brow, he answered "because I am the favorite."

With out pausing Hermione said, "Well he put you in my group did he not, and don't you hate me?" Malfoy was speech less, for about two seconds.

"Well, Maybe I asked him to beautiful." to his satisfaction she blushed//when you can't get them mad embarrass them// he thought smirking again as he fixed the potion.

Fifty minutes later the potion was done and everyone was talking, while Snape graded them. "Draky, are you alright?" Pansy asked leaning her head on his shoulder her arms draped around his neck as she leaned against his back.

"Yes, doll I'm fine," he said//except that you're touching me// Looking over at Hermione who was sitting nowhere near her friends, he smiled. Her hair was beautiful floating around her face as she bent over a spell book. The dungeon was dim, about the same lighting as had been in his last dream. Her fingers had been wrapped in his hair as he'd taken her closer and closer to the edge.

That had been one of his favorite dreams yet. Although this was only the third dream like that, it was still by far his favorite. The lighting in here was killing him. When she moved just right he could see her sprawled out beneath him, and he wanted to jump on her. Why was he having these stupid feelings for such an ugly mudblood?

"Baby, wait till tonight," some one whispered into his ear, and for just a moment he thought it was Hermione who had said it. Then reality hit him and he had to force himself to smirk.

"Why because I'm going to have my way with you?" he asked, "Over and over again." Pansy turned red and leaned closer to his ear.

"No, because I get to have MY way with you." he felt her lips curl into a smile against his ear. Tonight he would have to be careful, last night he had almost called her Hermione. That wouldn't be good at all. No sir that would not be good. She would probably kill him//not that I don't believe I should be killed.// Pansy would hurt me big time.

"I'm gonna" she whispered suggestively in his ear. Even though Malfoy didn't like Pansy, he couldn't help the way his body reacted. She was very good at sexual things and Malfoy was pleased she wanted him, even though she was a whore. By the end of class, Malfoy was aroused and glad to be getting away from Hermione, who smelled like wildflowers and honeydew melon.

Lunch wasn't as pleasant as he had hoped it would be, between Pansy whispering in his ear and Hermione looking over at him every ten seconds he thought he would die. He was so horny from Pansy whispering that he was half-tempted to go over to the Gryffindor table and rip Hermione's cloths off taking her right there on the top of the table. Of course, he didn't do this, he wasn't that stupid. Instead, he waited until he and Pansy had a free hour and took her up to his dormitory, where he screwed her brains out.

After relieving himself of that he went down to care of magical creatures class, where he wasn't surprised to see Hermione, with her two little baboon friends, chatting with Hagrid. Cursing to him self, he grabbed Pansy's hand and walked over to a waiting tree. They talked about nothing important, until the giant oaf called for silence and told them they were going to be working with blasted ended skews or something Malfoy didn't catch.

Which turned out to be revolting little creatures who would fart every time you tried to pick one up. After about Malfoys tenth time trying to pick one up, he gave up and started making out with his girlfriend. Pansy was all too happy to oblige him, and didn't complain. She just took off her gloves and his and crawled on his lap.

"That's disgusting," Ron muttered.

"Well if you put your hand like thi-"

"No not the Skrewt, that." he said nodding his head towards where the Slytherins were grouped. Hermione turned her head just so and saw Pansy on top on Malfoy, his arms were around her and her legs were on either side of him. Hermione rolled her eyes, and made a disgusted face. //God why her// she thought.

"I guess now we know why she follows him all over." She smiled at Harry, "He must kiss awfully good." they all laughed and went back to work. Hermione's head hurt, why was she jealous of Pansy? Malfoy was a nasty little slug//plus he would never want me any ways//