AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, more reviews! And to think I thought this story would suck…thank-you for all the favourites/follows/feedback :D Now where were we? Oh yes, I have a couple of more surprises up my sleeve, but I'm ready to reveal one of them to you in this chapter. Hopefully you enjoy it, I know I did :) Also, this is the first "M" chapter so to speak, so please avoid it if you aren't into lemons!

CHAPTER SIX: SLITHER IN

Malfoy found his thoughts gravitating towards anything that did not concern History of Magic, the class he was currently in. His eyes drifted to Hermione, who was sitting a few seat in front of him, diagonally. Ron was sitting beside her and kept looking over his shoulder to find Malfoy staring at his friend, and would grumble to himself furiously every time he turned to face the front again. Malfoy smirked.

Hermione's legs were crossed and instead of sitting alert, hand forever waving madly in the air, she seemed to be doodling something lazily, her hand holding up her chin. Malfoy wondered what she could be thinking about. He looked back down at her crossed legs and sighed to himself.

IIIII

"Hey Granger, do you think you could help me out with this question?" Draco asked as nonchalantly as he could from his armchair in the common room. Hermione was looking through the various books on the shelves. She turned around, eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then came beside him, peering at the History of Magic practice questions he was attempting to answer.

Hermione frowned. "That's not right," she said, pointing to a question, "the Goblin Rebellion happened for the first time in 1604," she continued, but Malfoy wasn't listening. He looked at her hand in front of his, smelled the scent of her Muggle, although pleasant, perfume, and tried very hard not to imagine how soft her hair must feel. Feeling slightly repulsed, he grinned, "Alright, thanks Muddie."

"Oh, back to that, are we?" she said, and slumped into her golden armchair angrily. "Muddie is no better than Mudblood," she retorted.

"Aw, what're you talking about? It's much cuter," Draco said with a smile.

Hermione remained emotionless.

"Malfoy, why don't you just lie and say you and I-you know," Hermione said, turning a bit pink. Malfoy looked at her, puzzled.

"Well, I mean, why haven't you just asked me to lie for you, in return for something?" she continued.

"Because I think I can win without cheating," Malfoy said seductively, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt without much subtlety.

Hermione snorted.

"That's not very ladylike," Malfoy said. Hermione's jaw dropped at the insult and her cheeks burned.

"But I'm still turned on," Malfoy reassured her. Hermione laughed. Soon she could not stop. Malfoy looked at her, half in amusement, half in exasperation.

"Er," he said. But Hermione kept on laughing, and finally had to lie down on the sofa. Malfoy got up from his armchair and stood over Hermione, staring at her until her laughs subsided.

"Finished?"

Hermione broke the silence with a giggle and then nodded. And then much to Malfoy's surprise, she pulled him on the couch on top of her.

"Granger, what-"

"I don't want you to win the bet…yet," she said softly, and Malfoy tried not to gulp while looking into her warm, brown eyes, "But, we can do…some things," she finished suggestively.

Malfoy stroked her cheek with his thumb, and then bent his head towards hers and kissed her. He immediately felt elated, as though he had been waiting forever to crush his lips onto hers, to feel her sweet breath mingle with his. He slid his tongue in her mouth and she began to suck on it. Malfoy wondered how far she had gone with Viktor Krum.

"Take off your pants," Hermione said, pulling away from Malfoy at last. He raised his eyebrows. "Please," she grinned.

He stood up from the couch and stripped to his silky blue boxers.

"No green and silver? Malfoy, I'm surprised," she said mockingly. Malfoy grinned and slid off her tights, revealing her smooth legs and green underwear.

"No red and gold?" Malfoy smirked, "Though I am flattered at your wearing my House's colours," he grinned before taking off her shirt and throwing it dramatically across the room. It fell on the portrait of Dobby. Laughing at how it was probably Dobby's greatest dream to have a shirt thrown on him, Malfoy and Hermione kissed again. Then he looked at her very seriously.

"Take it off," Hermione said, looking at his boxers.

"You first," he whispered, and slowly, teasingly, began to pull down her underwear. When he pulled it to her ankles, Malfoy saw a wet stain on them, and hungrily kissed her thighs. He blew on her cunt lightly, until she moaned. Then he pressed his mouth on her, licking slowly until he felt she was ready. He began to lick faster, and then let his tongue go in and out of her, until circling her clit while he gently put a finger in her before pounding it in. Hermione's legs shook out of pleasure until she came, one arm in her hair, the other on her stomach while she breathed heavily. Malfoy put his hand on hers and touched her fingers lightly.

But Hermione knew he must be rock hard and throbbing. She got off the couch and pushed him on it so that he was sitting, and took off his boxers. His cock sprung out and it was as hard as the first time she had seen it. She began to play with his balls, squeezing lightly and letting them roll in her hands. She licked the head of his cock. Malfoy closed his eyes at the tease, and opened them to see Hermione taking off her bra. Her breasts bounced lightly as the bra came off, her light nipples erect.

She licked his shaft all around, and circled the spot underneath his balls. Then she put her mouth on his cock and began to suck. Malfoy stared at her intently, looking into her eyes and grabbing her breasts. Hermione began to suck harder and faster, her hand moving all around his shaft until he came. Then he pulled her onto his lap.

"That was…"

"The wand chooses the witch, Miss Granger," he breathed into her hair.

IIIII

"Damn. Draco...well, damn," Theodore Nott repeated in Charms class, after hearing Malfoy's account of the night before. The two of them were trying to turn frogs into kittens.

"I swear to God, Nott, if you tell anyone-"

"Jesus, I won't," Nott replied. "Did you want me to promise? Perhaps make an…Unbreakable Vow?"

"Shit. I know," Malfoy said, running his hands through his white gold hair. "What am I supposed to do? What if I can't make her…you know."

Nott looked at Malfoy closely. "You're not worried, are you?"

Malfoy said nothing.

"Jesus, Draco listen. Granger's a good girl, she wouldn't let-"

"She doesn't know," Malfoy said quietly.

Nott dropped the frog he was holding, "Are you out of your-"

"It would only make things worse!" Malfoy hissed. "You think she's going to fall in love with me after finding out I made an Unbreakable Vow? She'll hate me and I'll croak by the end of June."

"So what does she think," Nott said, picking up his frog, "that you're having a bet with the Slytherins?"

"Basically. Except she thinks it's a contest on who can shag her first."

Nott stood, dumbfounded. "Draco, that's not the same, not at all! Even the most pathetic girl can shag without being in love!" Draco said nothing and instead looked at his frog moodily.

"So you're telling me," Nott said in disbelief, "that not only does the Mudblood think this is some silly bet with the Slytherins-instead of a showdown between you and Blaise- she also thinks this is just about you shagging her?"

"Don't call her that. But yes." Malfoy said, his eyes still on his frog.

Nott let out a low whistle. "She won't be in any hurry to fall in love if she thinks that all you want is to shag her for a bet."

"I know," was all Malfoy replied. He looked down in surprise, to find a little grey kitten in front of him.