Dear Loving Journal,

It had been a couple of days since the whole school dance and party. I find it fun, and a little bit inconvenient for the whole thing to happen. Trying to find this cousin of mine is starting to get on my nerves. I don't want to find out on Christmas. Like seriously who would want to find out on Christmas that this "cousin" of mine is actually my cousin? Like come on!

Another reason being that it is hard to be in Draco's presence lately because of the whole thing. Not that I can really blame the guy. Finding out that you're "dead" betrothed is alive, and then finally coming to realization that the "bookworm Gryffindor Princess" is the one that you potentially has feelings for (the only one not realizing is Draco himself). And through the whole thing all I can think is that his life is FUCKED!

Kind of makes mine seem a little less messed up. But it is getting a little closer to the day when everyone in the wizarding world will find out the long lost Maria Monique Elizabeth Zabini-Craig. And hopefully, just hopefully I will find out before they do, cause won't that just be a right kick in the ass?!

Forever Yours,

Blaise

Something that you probably could never find Hermione Granger do is stare out the window in class. Not paying attention to the whole lesson or write down the words of wisdom on the parchment paper in front of her. Not to caring about the lesson at all and to the world beyond the book sitting in front of her. No, these were things that the Hermione Granger never would dream of doing.

Draco knew this because he was watching her from the back of the room. He found it odd that the bookworm would look outside the window with a smile, instead of listening to the ghost professor go on and on about some ogre king in the medieval times.

Draco found it odd that lately his eyes would purposely roam over to Granger during every lesson that they had together. He noticed things that he wasn't supposed to notice. Things like how she would glow with mirth at something that she was happy about, or very passionate about. How she would subtly twist her hair around her finger when she was laughing or how her eyebrow would quirk when she was about to do something mischievous.

He sighed. He just noticed, and lately that's all he could do. Notice, watch and wonder. The whole thing making him seem like he was some sort of muggle stalker. Creepily looking at the person that intrigued them, huffing and puffing after them. The whole thing made him think about that movie that Blaise and he snuck to watch. The one where a whole bunch of magical people and creatures were hovering over a ring. And the one where that disgusting creature (but oddly interesting creature of the whole movie) found the ring and started treating it like a person saying, "My Precious" all weird and disturbingly. Muggles and their weird sense of humour!

He laughed to himself, and shook out of his thoughts. When he heard the tail end of professor Binns announce the assignment. "...and I except it to be a foot and a half about Basch the Ogre. It will also include a very detailed timeline. Make sure to include key dates. They can and probably include birth, death, marriages, and anything else you can possible find about him." He waited for the groans to stop. "This is all due in two weeks Friday. Remember details!"

Draco joined the groans for the extra work that would be dumped onto his lap, but knew that he would start on Monday. He then gave a soft groan when he heard a throaty laugh come from Granger.

He got up when he heard the bell ring signalling not only the end of class, but the day. He paused his packing when he saw Potter and Weasel leave ahead of Granger. He watched as she gave them a little wave, and pack her stuff away. It was then that he spoke.

"So you are you going to able to do the homework Granger?"

Hermione turned to him, and gave him a slow lazy smile. "Yup."

"You sure? You seemed to be in another place today."

"OH! You watching me sugar?" She giggled as she sat on the desk behind her. Her smile brightening when she saw the little tinge of pink in his cheeks.

"Just noticed that you weren't as enthused as usual." He muttered as he leaned against the table.

"Awww. Worried about little old me? Aren't you just the sweetest thing?" She raised a finger to her lips. "What would that do to your reputation Malfoy?" She hopped off the table.

"Not that I care," Draco gulped as Hermione walked, no scratch that, stalked towards him. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"It sure doesn't look like that. And I would really like for you to stop." Draco winced after he noticed that his voice sounded prissy.

"Stop doing what?" Hermione asked in a husky voice as she stopped right in front of him. She brought her hands to his chest and watched as they moved up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck. She then pressed her body to his. "Do I make you nervous Draco?"

"No." Draco responded while he struggled to get her body off of his. "Not at all."

"Really? Then why are you acting like a baby trying to get away?"

"I am not!" Draco's voice took on a higher pitch, making him blush.

Hermione laughed. "I can't believe the great Draco Malfoy is scared of little ole me." Hermione rose on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his. "It's actually quite funny."

"I'm not scared of you." Draco whispered back to her.

Draco then raised Hermione up onto the table and relished in the fact that she gave a small squeak. He then crashed his lips to hers, and felt her body arch into his like the kiss that they shared weeks ago.

He gave her bottom lip a tug and plunged his tongue into hers when she gave a gasp. He gave a groan when her tongue touched his and began to do a dance with his. He gave a small smirk when she started to push back his, fighting for dominance. He then made his hands roam down her back until he reached her bum, he then grabbed it and pulled it closer to his body. Shallowing her gasp when her core touched his.

He moved his lips from her mouth, trailing it across her cheek to her ear. He gave her lobe a nip and groaned again when she pushed her hips forward, causing her to rub against his erection. He trailed his lips again down her neck and bite down where her shoulder and neck junction.

Draco then couldn't help but move his hips against her now moving hips. He heard her groan as her hands came into his hair, and pulled his head back to her, her lips seeking his. He allowed her to make the move, and smile before going in for another searing kiss.

He moved his hands up her legs, and touched her now wet panties. He smirked against her mouth and shoved the material from her heated core. He moved a finger up her slit and found her swollen clit. He gave it a pinch and felt as her body shiver against her own.

"Who would have thought that the Hermione Granger would be wet for me?" Draco whispered in her ear. And the only response he got was a whimper.

Draco then continued to move his finger up and down her slit, and continued to make her whither against him. It was then that Granger moved her roving hand to his and along with his finger, she plunged into her heated core with him.

They both moved against their twined fingers, Hermione starting to make mewling sounds. Draco starting to breathe more harshly. Both fighting off the incoming orgasm that they both knew would be the best ones of their life's to date. Both becoming slightly more embarrassed at the fact that it would happen with clothes on, and fingers causing it to happen.

Hermione started to move more faster against hers and Malfoy's fingers. She then started to feel the tension in the very depths of her body start to rise. Draco started to move their fingers more faster, feeling her walls start to quiver against his own.

It was then that Draco moved his thumb to press against her swollen clit, that Hermione threw her head back and gave a scream. Followed closely by Draco giving his own grunt of pleasure.

Draco rested his head against Granger's heavily heaving form. He removed both their fingers from her core. He brought them to his lips and sucked off her juices, all the while looking into Granger's heavy lidded eyes. He gave a smile, but it was brief, though a smile nonetheless.

"Who would have thought..." He let the sentence trailed off, both knowing what the other was thinking.

"Ya… Who would have thought." She gave a small giggle, and rested her forehead on his. "What happens now?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. What do you want to happen?"

"I don't know either. I kind of like the whole 'I hate you' thing. It makes every encounter more exciting."

Draco looked up. "Kinky much?"

Hermione chuckled. "Isn't it? But come on you have to admit that it makes it a whole lot hotter and much, MUCH, more sexier."

Draco nodded. "That I will have to agree with. So lovers?" He stuck out his hand.

Hermione looked at the hand then back at Draco. "Under one condition."

"What?"

"That if either one of us were to find another person that they like, or if either one of us were to get a girl/boy friend, it ends. That is the only condition that I have."

"Agreed. Cause frankly Granger, I have a problem with sharing."

Hermione's eyebrow rose. "Really Malfoy?"

Draco pulled Hermione to him again causing Hermione to blush. "Big problem."

Hermione pulled back and felt the blush stain her cheeks. "Well..umm..Okay. That's the condition I have" She raised her hand to his.

He clasped her hands and shook it. "Great now your mine."

"I am not yours!" Hermione glared. "You do not own me!"

Draco grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He turned around and smiled, causing Granger to be slightly stunned. "Oh ya you are. You even shook on it. You belong to me."

"I agreed to sex." Hermione raised her voice. "Not on OWNERSHIP!"

Draco smirked. "That's what you think." He laughed as he walked away from the classroom, and heard a book fall to the ground near the door. He laughed again when he figured that book was supposed to have hit his head.

He thought only one thing as he made his way to find Blaise. Definitely all mine.