A/N- Another chapter for you guys. I would like to thank you all for reading this fanfic, and thank you very much for the awesome reviews I have gotten :D. And yes I realize I have grammar mistakes, but who doesn't????

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At breakfast, Harry sat in his normal spot, and was currently looking at his friend with a shock disbelief evident in his face. He was looking at a Slytherin sitting at a Gryffindor table. Now mind you he never had a problem with the houses doing more to get along. But the fact that a Slytherin was sitting at a Gryffindor table was unheard of.

Now most of the table had gotten over the shock of the Slytherin at the table. Hell, even Ron had gotten over the fact and everybody knew he had the biggest grudge against them. But Harry still was wary about it.

"You know Harry there going to think that you are in love with me or something." The Slytherin's chipper voice chimed in as he put a arm over Ginny's shoulders.

"And they are going to know differently if you don't get your hands off my girlfriend Zabini." Harry growled.

Blaise looked at Ginny, and noticed that she didn't really care that he had his arm around her. "Well I think that Red here has realized that I am the better man," He tipped Ginny's head back. "Isn't that right Red?"

Ginny giggled and since she had an amazing night with Harry the night before, she didn't care about the obvious show that Blaise was putting on. "Your right. I don't know what I was thinking, falling in love with Harry Potter, of all people."

Blaise tipped his head back and laughed. "I knew that you would agree someday. Now all we have to do is run off with each other into the sunset."

Ginny laughed, and Harry even caught himself smirking at the notion. He may like this particular Slytherin, but he knew that Blaise only considered Ginny as his friend. He had a strange feeling that the person that Blaise was in love with, was a person that likes her secrets as much as he did.

"Now why are you at my table Blaise?" Harry asked the question that was bugging him since he walked into the hall.

"Because I am lonely over at the Slytherin by myself." Blaise stated with a matter of fact voice.

"So it wasn't because of Ron's lovely display of table manners?" Harry nodded his head towards the other red head currently stuffing toast into his mouth.

Blaise looked over to see what Harry was talking about, and the look on his face was priceless.

"And he eats like that ALL the time?" He asked Ginny with a look of horror.

"Yes, and it is all the time." Harry answered for Ginny. "Didn't Hermione ever tell you about the table manners?"

"Yes, but I didn't believe her. I thought that it was a joke." He looked over once more, and shuddered. "Hey, Ron! You can't fit anymore in there!"

"off coufse I vaan!" Ron said as he stuffed a mouthful of eggs.

"Sorry I don't understand a stuffed cow!"

Ron swallowed. "I said 'of course I can.'" And then he went back to eating.

"It's no use Blaise." Ginny said as she got up from the table. "He only listens to Hermione when it comes to his table manners."

"He is scared shitless of her." Harry answered as he got up as well and saw the look of confusion cross Blaise's face.

Blaise nodded his head. "Well I can understand that. I am scared of her when she is in that kind of mood."

"Aren't we all?" Ginny laughed and then leaned down to kiss the top of his head, also to whisper. "She is looking at you again."

Blaise turned his head slightly, and saw that she was indeed staring at him again. "I am still trying to figure out how you found out about that."

Ginny winked. "A secret that I will never tell."

"Seriously. Run away from me!"

"What are you two whispering about now?" Harry said as he stood beside Ginny now.

"Nothing, Harry." Ginny stood on her tiptoes to give Harry a small kiss. "Now walk me to class."

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand "See you in class."

"Later." Blaise said as he turned back to talk to Ron and try to correct him of his offending eating habits.

*****

"Stop it Malfoy!" Hermione whispered harshly under her breath as she tried to copy down the notes that Snape was reciting to the class.

"No, Malfoy." Draco smirked as he brought his hand higher up her thigh.

Hermione growled again, and again, shoved his hand away from the lining of her underwear. She then was glad, for once, that they sat in the back of the classroom for potions. For if they sat where she wanted to the whole class would have a show to see.

Hermione once again shoved his hand away, and this time tried the pleading look. When she saw the look of pure unadulterated lust in his eyes, she knew that she was done. The only thing that she could think of was the fact that it had been three months since they had had any skin on skin contact.

"Is there a problem, Mrs. Malfoy?" Snape called out, breaking Hermione's haze.

"No Professor." Hermione spoke up.

She saw the look of disbelief that he gave her, but she saw that he choose to ignore it. And continued on with his lecture.

Hermione looked at Draco, and saw the smirk that he was giving her.

"Next class we will continue our discussion about the effects the potion has on the human body." Snape's voice rang out, and the groans where heard through out the dungeon classroom. "Is there a problem with that class?"

"No professor." The class groaned.

"There better not be. Class dismissed." He said as he stormed out of the classroom.

The class began to file out of the classroom, and Hermione hastily packed up her stuff into her bag. She got up but was stopped by a hand gripping her skirt. She glanced down, and whipped her skirt out of her husband's hand.

"Draco that's enough!"

Draco smirked at her, and went to reach for her again. He chuckled when she side stepped out of the way. "Oh come on Hermione. It's been months since we last done anything."

"And if you keep it up, it will be another three months before anything will happen again!" She growled out and headed out of the classroom.

She didn't get very far from the room before she was grabbed around the waist and shoved into a darken alcove. She was then shoved against the wall, and was roughly kissed. She tried to shove him off of her, and soon the shoving became a grip to bring him closer.

Draco chuckled again. He brought his hand up her thigh, and felt her dampen panties.

"See you miss it as much as I do."

"Shut up and kiss me." Hermione growled.

Draco didn't have to be told twice. He slipped a finger through her underwear to feel her soaked core. He slipped a finger, then two, and began the rhythm that he knew would get her going into a frenzy. He continued to kiss her, there tongues dueling for dominance. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on the swollen lip. He groaned when her body pressed closer to his.

He removed his hand from her core, and grabbed both of her hips. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and felt as she pressed herself against him. He moved a hand so that it gripped a part of her underwear. He then swiftly ripped into off of her, and swallowed the gasp that came from her mouth.

"You owe me a pair of underwear." She whispered as she heard a bunch of students walk by the alcove.

Draco moved his mouth so that he could whisper into her ear. "I will probably owe you a lot of undergarments in my life." And then he bit the spot right behind her ear.

Hermione used one of her hands to cover up the scream that came from her lips. She felt her body start to convulse from the powerful orgasm that came from the bite that he did.

Draco then moved her so the his body and the wall was supporting her. He moved a hand to unbuckle his belt, and shimmied his pants to his ankles. He then grabbed both of her hands, and pinned them above her head.

Hermione tried to remove her hands from his grip. She needed to touch him. Feel his skin under her hands. Cover her mouth from the scream that she knew would happen again. She then bit into his shoulder when he filled her with him. She moaned at the contact, for three months is a long time for one to lose this kind of contact. She smiled against his shoulder when she heard his groan.

Draco had paused when he had driven into her. He then started to move when he felt her rotate her hips. He then moved a little out, and shoved himself back into her. He gradually moved faster until the only sound that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping against each other. Her moans become more pronounced and his groans become a breath of labour.

It wasn't until Draco drove deep into her, that he felt her release around him. Her milking him, and his own release coming when she had bitten his neck with her orgasm. He still moved within her, and eventually stopped when her breathing came back to normal.

"I am going to have marks all over my shoulders aren't I?" Draco mumbled.

Hermione gave a weak laugh. "Probably."

He sighed. "Well it was worth it."

Hermione unwrapped her legs from his waist, and leaned against the wall. Her legs still shaky from the "exercise". "Yes it was worth it. But do you think that next time you can wait until the common room?"

It was Draco's turn to laugh. "Three months is a LONG time."

Hermione smirked and accepted it, for isn't that the thought that she had just not too long ago? "Well next time we wait until the common room."

Draco shook his head as he pulled up his pants. He grabbed his wand out of his back pocket and muttered a cleaning spell. He then looked at Hermione disheveled look and smiled. He smiled because he liked the fact that he could make her look like that. He liked the fact that her lips was still swollen from his kisses and loved the fact that he was the only one to make her look like that.

"What's wrong Malfoy?"

"Nothing. Just admiring."

"Well I have my free time. So I am heading back to the common room to get a new pair of underwear." She flushed at that. "And then I am heading to the library."

"Well aren't we boring?" He said as he looked to make sure the coast was clear.

"Well N.E.W.T.S are coming up!" She whined as she grabbed his hand when he nodded to show that the coast was clear.

"So what?"

"So what?" Hermione exclaimed. "So I need to study! I need to get all 'O's' so I can get a good job when I leave Hogwart's!"

"But you won't have to work Hermione. You have me and the Malfoy wealth."

"So it doesn't mean that I don't want to work. God Malfoy! Do you know nothing about me?"

Draco stopped and looked down at her. "I do know you Malfoy. And I was just saying that you could not work. I wouldn't care either way."

Hermione stared at him with disbelief. "So you don't expect me to work or stay at home all the time?"

"No. I expect you to do what you want." He said and continued to walk towards the grand staircase. He stopped when he realized that she wasn't behind him. He turned and saw her staring at him with wide eyes. "For fuck sakes Hermione! What do you want me to say."

Hermione continued to stare at him. "I don't know."

Draco gave a frustrated sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. He then looked at her directly in the eyes. "Well when you do, you know where to find me." He walked off.

"Is that what your best at Asshole!!" She screamed out.

He whipped back to her. "Excuse me?"

"Is that all you know how to do? Run away?" Hermione screamed out at him.

He chuckled. "You seem to forget that I am Slytherin. Not Gryffindor. I am selfish, not 'one for all'."

"So what does our houses have to do with it?"

"It means that I don't have the stupid Gryffindor courage!" Draco stopped her hand before it hit his face. "It's true, no matter how you look at it Malfoy."

"Don't call me that!" She growled, trying to pull her hand free.

"Don't call you what?" He smirked. "Malfoy? But that's your last name now Hermione. Malfoy."

"Malfoy, I swear to merlin."

"Swear to Merlin, what Malfoy? Malfoy. Malfoy."

"ENOUGH!" She screamed and felt a surge of energy pulse through her. She was blinded by the light that emitted from her. Once her vision cleared, she cried out and rushed to the slump form of her husband. "Malfoy?"

She shook his body, and tapped his cheek. She then threw her body over his when she heard his groan. "Thank God!"

"Well, make sure that I never get you that angry again." Draco said as he sat up and put a hand to the back of his head. He then brought it back in front of him and was relived when no blood showed on his hand.

"I am so sorry!" She started to place kisses all over his face. "I didn't mean it. Well I did, but I didn't think that I meant it that much. Oh god I am sorry."

Draco smiled to himself, and thought that he was going to milk this for what it was worth. "You know you missed a spot!"

Hermione looked at him. Still in a state of disbelief that she could perform wandless magic like that. "What?"

He tapped his lips. "You forgot to kiss me here."

"But you weren't hurt there?"

"Are you sure? I did hit that wall pretty hard..." He let it trail off.

"Of course." Hermione agreed and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He smiled against her lips, and grabbed her by the waist. He then picked her up and placed her on his lap. "That's better."

Hermione caught on immediately. She then lightly punched him on the shoulder and scrambled up. "You are an asshole!"

"But Hermione..."

"Don't Hermione me, Draco." She huffed and picked up her bag, which then Draco was rewarded with a nice view of her bottom. He groaned which caused Hermione to look over her shoulder. She turned red when she remembered that she wore no underwear underneath. "And your a pervert!"

"Well I can't help when it is all but in my face!" He whined as he got up. He brushed off the bottom of the pants. Draco then gave a wolf like grin, and smacked her ass.

"Grow up!" She said as she rubbed her bottom.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

Hermione glared at him, before stalking off towards the staircases. She turned around when she reached the first step. "Your right, I wouldn't have it any other way. But it doesn't mean that I like to be manhandled."

"I will try Malfoy." He laughed when she stuck up her middle finger and continued walking up the staircase.

Draco then grabbed his bag and went to take the short cut to get to the greenhouses for his Herbology lessons. He smiled as he thought about what had happened within the last thirty minutes. Oh, he knew that he was late for class, and all he would have to say to Professor Sprout was that his wife and him had a spat after Potions. For he knew that Sprout was a romantic at heart, and he would make up some romantic gesture that he did for his wife.

He made it outside and lifted his face to the wind. He could smell that spring was in the air and couldn't wait for the air to become warmer. Not because of the shorten skirts or the shirts that would become dampen from the warm air. No, because then he could try to convince Hermione to do it outside. In the lake. All over the place.

He thought that it was going to take a long time before that happened, and he was a patient man.

He made it into the classroom, and gave the story to Professor Sprout. He was rewarded with the dreamy smile, and told to get the notes from Zabini. So he made his way to sit beside the said person.

"How much of the crock and bull was actually right?" Blaise mumbled up from his note taking.

"Most of it."

"Forgot to mention to the prof. that you had sex as well?"

Draco leaned back in his chair and smiled. "She probably figured it out for herself."

"Sure." Blaise smiled as well.

Draco then put his chair back properly and grabbed his stuff out of his bag. He then went straight into note taking. He didn't look up again from the parchment, until Blaise asked him a question.

"Did you finally realize that you love her yet?"

Draco turned his head and gave a smirk. "Maybe."

Blaise chuckled. "Tell her soon, woman need to hear those words every once in a while."

"When you going to tell Lovegood that you love her?"

"Now how the fuck...." He stopped when he saw the look on Draco's face.

"Forget who you where talking too?"

"Ya, I guess I did." Blaise trailed off. "And I will tell her soon. Just not right now."

Draco nodded at that. "I'm here."

Blaise looked at him, and then down at his parchment. "I know."

They then went back to work, neither talking to the other for the rest of the class. Both comfortable with the silence that overcame the two. Both wondering on what to do with the lady love's of their lives. Both nervous as hell.