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YAY! Second chapter! I haven't given up on the story! I tried to make it a lot longer than the first! I personally love long chapters, so I decided I will make each one of the chapters long in this story! Thank you for the reviews for the first chapter! So enjoy the long reading!

Awkwardness. Everybody has experienced it one time or another. It is a feeling that creeps up on you, churning around in your stomach, making your mind come up with worse scenarios. There are the subtle awkward moments, when you turn around and come face to face with a stranger, mouths and noses almost touching. Those are scratch the back of your neck moments, blush a little, then quickly walk away, glad you won't see that person ever again. But then there are worse awkward moments, the kind when you walk in on your parents having sex, seeing every curve and exposed area of the people that raised you. The fact that your face suddenly popped into their steamed and heated minds, can cause everyone in the situation to cringe. You have to see them everyday after that, the awkwardness for everyone is something that can't be avoided.

For Hermione, she would have rather experienced those awkward moments, than the morning after with Malfoy. She could hear his heavy breathing next to her, he was obviously still asleep, which she was somehwhat thankful for. She wasn't sure if she should force herself back asleep or attempt to creep out of bed, which added the possibility of him waking up. This was the guy she hated, no, loathed. He tortured her and ridiculed her every movement and moment throughout Hogwarts, which was only two years ago. Who would've thought that after all that, he was also the man that caused her first moan in ecstasy and feel things she thought she could never feel.

Hermione blushed deeply as she remembered last nights event. He had lavished every part of her body, run his hands over her sweat coated heated body. Their bodies had molded together, fitting perfectly last night. Hermione remembered her gently sucking on his neck as he plunged into her over and over again. Truthfully, last night was the first real sexual experience she'd had. Hermione hadn't ever done anything past kissing, until last night. She had never dreamt that she would have been gripping his back, attempting to pull him closer, cause more friction. But then again, she would have never dreamt that she would have been married to Draco. She had been surprisingly shocked at how he treated her, he kept muttering sorry after he realized she was a virgin. The gentleness Malfoy had shown her afterwards, was something Hermione had never expected. Hermione also remembered the soft trembling she had felt after she climaxed. During the moment, Hermione had gripped her legs around Draco, attempting to push him deeper into her. She couldn't even describe what she felt. Only one word came to mind. Bliss, pure bliss. Maybe this marriage could work, just maybe he had changed.

"Can you stop trying to analyze everything?" Draco's voice sounded tired, but underneath his morning voice, was his usual stern I-think-I'm-better-than-everyone-else voice. The one that made every nerve on her body angry. "I know you're laying over there, trying to go over every event that happened last night. Sitting there and analyzing it, wont help the situation."

"I wouldn't have to if you could learn how to be a true gentleman." Hermione turned her body over so that he could see the glare she was giving him. His hair was messed up, plastered to the side, but somehow it made him look incredibly sexy. Hermione could only imagine the way hers looked.

"I am a gentleman. Just stay out of my way, and you wont have to worry about seeing me any other way." Draco stood up, not ashamed of his naked body. He loafed around his dresser for his usual silk boxers, slipping them on, acting as if Hermione wasn't there.

Hermione still underneath the covers sat up, making sure she was still covered up by the sheet, "Aren't we going to talk about last night? I thought," Hermione paused, trying to collect her words, "well, I just kind of thought we should talk about it."

Draco gave Hermione a look that made her feel tiny, almost non existent. "Talk about it? What exactly is there to talk about? We shagged, be a big girl and get over it." Draco smirked, taking in Hermione's wild morning hair, still messed up from the session of the night before. He even noticed the love bites he left down her neckline, a small reminder for her of what happened. "At least there's one thing to be happy about. I don't have to touch you again."

Hermione felt very naked.

- No. Ashamed.

She felt ashamed for giving into him last night. She felt ashamed for giving into the feeling of lust. She felt ashamed for giving herself away to a man who hated her. This isn't what the morning after was suppose to feel like. She could feel bile build up in the back of her throat, a scratchy tingling feeling trailed up her face as the blood drained. Tears were starting to build up behind her eyes, the edges of her eyes were shimmering from the unshed tears. Hermione couldn't find the words of what to say. All she wanted to do was curl up and cry from his words.

"I'm-" Hermione paused, trying to collect herself. She couldn't let herself cry in front of him. "I'm glad to know how you really feel. You could have been considerate and told me this last night." Hermione stood up, securing the satin sheet around herself. "But then again, why am I surprised. Typical move for a Malfoy. Only thinking of themselves."

Draco's eyes shown pure anger; hatred. His eyes narrowed in on hers, his facial expression hard as stone. His eyebrows knitted together in anger. He spoke slowly, his words hitting Hermione like fire. "Don't ever use the Malfoy name in vain. I hope you know, you may have the name of a Malfoy now. But you will always remain a Granger. Not needed and pathetic. Maybe that's why your parents died. They knew they were-"

A loud smack interrupted Draco from saying anything else. He stared at Hermione, shock written all over his face. He brought up a hand to his cheek, feeling the intense stinging sensation burning on his face. Hermione glared at him wildly, her eyes shook with tears and hate.

"You disgust me. You have no right to say anything about my parents. You didn't know them, and if I'm right it was a friend of your father's who killed them. So don't you dare speak about them, if you even murmur their names I will castrate you. Now that is a promise." Hermione stormed out of the room leaving Draco standing in the middle of the room, still holding his face. He may think he was going to run this relationship because he was a Malfoy, well things were about to change. And at that moment, when Hermione slapped Draco, he became very scared, because he knew Hermione was about to change everything.

…

Hermione stormed into the Burrow, frantically throwing her coat in the corner and kicking off her shoes. She could smell fresh cookies from the kitchen, the scent slowly helped ease her anger. Walking into the kitchen, Hermione was greeted by smiles. Harry and Ginny were sitting next to each other, like always, while Ron was writing with his quill looking somewhat angry.

"Oh dear, what has that worried look on your face?" Molly pulled out a chair, motioning for Hermione to sit down. Molly wiped her hands on a towel, bringing out a plate of hot cookies. "Watch out, I'm afraid these ones haven't cooled off yet."

Hermione smiled, "Thank you." She took a bite into the hot cookie, but winced trying to fan her mouth. Molly hadn't been joking, they were hot.

"What are you writing Ron? You look like you are about to kill your paper." Hermione laughed. Ron always cheered her up with the little everyday things he did. She inwardly always wished they had worked out, but she knew that was just a dream now. Their relationship didn't even make it past the war, it stayed strickly friend zone.

"Pansy wants me to come over to meet her parents!" Ron waved the paper in the air. His face red with embarassment and anger. "Does she really expect me to?"

"I think that's nice that she wants you to. It's the proper thing to do before getting married. You only have three months before you're married." Hermione wanted to feel sorry for Ron, but she was glad somebody else had to experience what she was going through. It was selfish, but made her feel better.

"It may be the right thing to do, but did you see her snog that waiter last night?" Ron rubbed his head, "I thought her tongue was going to choke him. I'm trying to figure out how to tell her she acted like a whore last night without saying she acted like a whore. It's a lot harder to do than it sounds!"

Ginny started laughing, which only made Ron's face redder, "Maybe you should give her more attention so she doesn't trail away. Let her use your face as a sucking toy."

George walked through the kitchen, throwing an apple in the air, he always came in at random times "Or let her use another part of you as a sucking toy, eh?" George pointed at Ron, a smile creeping up on his face.

Harry instantly started laughing, earning a glare from Ginny. "Or you could always-"

Molly slammed a pot down, "This is not the place for dirty talk boys. We have ladies present. I thought I raised the lot of you better, but apparently I need to focus on some more punishment?"

All of the boys looked down, their faces attempting to look upset, but they were really trying to hide their smiles. George quickly apparated out of the kitchen deciding he didn't want to get yelled at by his mother.

"I'm going to go work in the garden. You boys need to learn what appropriate table conversations are." Molly walked outside to the garden, attempting to slam the door shut. But she couldn't bring herself to slam a door. Everyone around the table sat in awkward silence for a few moments, while Ron instantly went back to writing his letter.

"How is the married life?" Harry asked, slightly blushing when Ginny whispered something in his ear. He shook his head, turning his attention back at Hermione.

"I'm married? Wow, I didn't even get the memo. Maybe because today I was told off by Malfoy about how we don't have to talk or touch each other again!" Hermione looked at the crumbs on her plate, secretly wishing she could smash Malfoy into crumbs.

"How bad was the fight?" Harry asked, his green eyes looked sorry for her.

"I smacked him." Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought, she held her hand up nodding. Harry and Ginny started laughing, while Ron still was glued to his writing. He kept looking more and more ticked off.

"What did he do to deserve that?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"I hope it hurt!"

Ginny glared at Harry for his comment, "Shut up."

Hermione fidgeted in her chair, looking uncomfortable. She shakily tucked a curl behind her ear, "He brought up the death of my parents."

Harry instantly stood up, and balled up his fist slamming them into the table. Hermione and Ginny both jumped, while Ron snapped his quill. Harry's shoulders went rigged, shaking with anger. It had been three years since the war, and it took a lot to get Hermione over the death of her parents. Harry's voice was low and stern, "He brought up your parents." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"That bloody ferret! He's gonna get it!" Ron yelled, tearing up his paper as an attempt to prove his anger.

"Where is Malfoy right now?" Harry asked, his eyes intense. There was a mixture of feelings in theme. Hurt, anger, sympathy. Everything was shining in them.

Hermione shook her head, she knew where this was going. "Oh no, you aren't going to see him. I won't allow it."

Ginny walked over and placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, giving her a comforting look. She looked over at Harry, "Hermione's right. Fighting won't do any good."

Ron threw his hand up in the air, "But him speaking to her like that will? He needs to learn that we won't let him speak to her like that!"

Ginny turned to her brother, "Do you thinking fighting with him will make it easy for her? If you go and beat up Malfoy how is their marriage suppose to work? Really Ron, are you that daft?" Ginny shook her head, tapping her foot impatiently, her hand going to her hip. She looked just like a younger version of Molly.

Ron looked dumbfounded, "But he br-"

Harry held up a hand, cutting off Ron, "Ginny's right. If we fight, it'll only make things harder for Hermione."

Turning to Harry, Ron gripped the edge of the table, "We should just kill him."

Hermione rolled her eyes at that turn in the conversation, and walked out of the kitchen. She went and sat in the loft on the couch, resting her head on her shoulder. How was she suppose to live with Draco? It wasn't ever going to work, and if anybody thought it was, they must be crazy.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked softly, walking into the loft, snuggling up on the couch too. She handed Hermione a cup of coco with a spoon slowly turning itself in the mug. Hermione smiled, taking the cup. Even though it was the middle of spring, Hermione couldn't ever turn down coco. "What's going through your mind?" Ginny knew Hermione had been thinking about something, she had that stern thoughtful look on her face.

Sighing, Hermione took a sip of her coco and turned to Ginny, "Well, obviously Malfoy and I had sex last night because of the law." Hermione looked up guiltly, " And maybe I liked it."

Liked it?

That was an understatement.

For never having sex before, Hermione had felt her world be rocked last night.

"You liked it?" Ginny's eyes went wide, and a sly smile spread across her face. She leaned in, grabbing a hold of Hermione's arm. "What happened? Was he good? Is he packing a big one?"

Hermione let out a giggle, "Oh my gosh!" Her mind went back to last night, feeling her face go red, Hermione fanned herself, "It was bloody fantastic! It started off awkward, but after the beginning we just kind of went at it like rabbits… all night."

Ginny shook her head, "I didn't think you had it in you, but dang, all night? How did it go down hill?"

Hermione shrugged, "I woke up actually happy, but he was a prick. I think he regretted it."

"He would be stupid to regret it." Ginny looked at Hermione, waving her hands around, "Have you looked at yourself. You have a kicking body!"

"Don't be silly." Hermione didn't like to think of herself as some type of sexy woman. She rarely even looked at herself naked, or dressed up.

Ginny narrowed her eyes, "Listen here Hermione, he may have regretted it, but you need to convince him he wants you. Seduce him."

"Do you think I can do that?"

"Oh yes." Ginny leaned back, "You can do it, just put your mind to it. Be sexy."

…

Hermione sat in bed, alone. She had spent the whole day at the Burrow and came home expecting to find Draco waiting for her. But he wasn't, there was no sign of him. Hermione had secretly hoped he had been home, questioning her where she had been all day. Instead, it was her wondering where he was. Shocker.

Hermione thought about her conversation from earlier that day. How was she suppose to be sexy? Last night she had thought she was sexy, after the awkwardness had left. Hermione remember how she had slammed her hips up, over and over again, attempting to meet Draco with his hard thrusts. She even remembered how dug her nails into his back, pressing her hardened nipples against his chest.

Be sexy.

Hermione could feel her knickers starting to get moist from the thought of last night, a wicked idea popped into Hermione's mind. Lifting her bottom, Hermione quickly pulled off her bottoms and knickers, then did the same to her shirt. Laying back down, she ran her fingers across her stomach. She could be sexy, Hermione knew she had it deep inside of her. Hermione lifts her knees and parts her thighs, imagining Draco was there with her. She had never done this before, but desperately wanted to feel what she felt last night.

Her fingers started to explore her body, feeling the most intimate parts of her. Parts that nobody had touched until last night. How could she hate Malfoy so much, but wish for his touch? He had taken something last night that meant something dearly to her. After several moments Hermione turned over with a stressful sigh. It just didn't feel the same as someone else touch.

…

Hermione woke up several hours later and noticed she wasn't alone in the bed anymore. She also noticed she was still completely naked, and the air was thick with the aroma of her body. Her face burned, as she wondered what was going through Malfoy's mind when he showed up. He must have been disgusted when he saw her naked, or would he have secretly been turned on?

She leaned over and tried to look at Malfoy, his face seemed much softer while he was sleeping. Who would have guessed he slept with a soft face. Hermione wasn't sure how long she had sat there and watch him sleep, until one of his eyes opened and his face hardened. Hermione let out a scream as she quickly scooted away from him. She secured the sheet around her upper body, making sure he couldn't see her body.

Draco never rolled over to talk to her.

Did she imagine it?

"You awake?"

Hermione heard a frustrated sigh come from the other side of the bed, a stern serious voice sounded, "How could I possibly sleep with you staring at me?"

Blushing, Hermione was happy Malfoy wasn't looking at her. "I wouldn't call it staring, but more like examining."

Letting out a humorless laugh, Draco pulled up the covers. "Put on clothes and go to sleep my darling wife."

"You could say it nicer. I'm so sorry you're ashamed to have your wife naked next to you." Hermione said sarcastically, standing out of bed reaching for her night shirt. Even when Malfoy was half asleep, he still managed to piss her off!

"Well, if you're going to get frisky with yourself, do it in the shower. I sleep in this bed." Hermione could almost hear the smirk that Draco had obvisouly added at the end of that sentence.

Hermione sat in bed, instantly fuming. "You know what. If I want to bloody masturbate I will do it wherever the hell I want to. On the couch, in the bed, hell, if I want to in the front yard, you better damn well realize I will. Now goodfuckingnight." Hermione felt herself smile when she didn't get a reply. Draco would have been stupid to reply to that short little rant.

Married life got better.

Right?

Another chapter finished! Yay! Don't worry I have a lot of thoughts I want to put into this story! Please please please review! Reviews keep me writing! I would love to know any of your thoughts or ideas (: please and thank you! Oh, check out my other stories too!