This was the first time that the two of them had been alone since Draco had "broken up" with Hermione; with Theo watching the pair intensely, they had been communicating through Harry. Harry was getting thoroughly annoyed with the situation, and was happy that today was the day that the plan was being put into action, not only because he wanted to stop Theo, but because he was sick of passing love letters between his best friend and his grade school enemy.

Hermione, however, was not excited about Draco's plan.

Even though Hermione was ready to put an end to Theo's hold over Draco, she was not happy with the way they planned to do it. Draco and Harry had informed her that they had recruited Ron and Blaise to help, but even that didn't settle the feeling in Hermione's stomach.

Hermione had been even more uneasy around Theo then normal after Draco had told her about the night that she couldn't remember; finding out that Theo had attacked her and then erased her memory had been a bit of a shock to Hermione, to say the least. She had to act like she still didn't remember, but she cursed him internally whenever she saw him, vowing payback.

Today Slytherin was playing Gryfindor, their biggest rivals in school. Down in the Great Hall, tensions were high as the players pushed their food around on their plates, their stomachs too nervous to handle food. Draco met Hermione in their Common Room after putting on his Quidditch Robes.

"How do I look?" Draco asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You know you look good." She straightened out his robes a little, and then stepped back. "You look very handsome."

He kissed her cheek.

"Draco-"

"I know what you're gonna say, Hermione." He interrupted. "But I don't want to hear it. I'm going through with it, and there's nothing you can do about it. You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Well, starting now, I do. You're not doing this."

Draco smiled at her stubbornness. "Yes, I am."

"No."

"Yes." He countered.

"No."

He rolled his eyes. "I can do this all day, Granger."

She sighed at his use of her last name.

"Draco, please." She begged. "This is so dangerous. There are so many ways that it could go wrong!"

Draco kissed her forehead. "Trust me, Hermione. Everything is going to be alright. Blaise is my best mate; he's never let me down. And Potter and the Weasel…well, they aren't totally incompetent."

She smiled despite herself at his joke.

He kissed her again, this time on the lips. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, and felt his hands cup her face. She let her hands roam over his chest, and he groaned into her mouth when she got lower, and suddenly the mood changed.

Draco kissed her along her jaw from one ear to the other, making her shiver. She grabbed fist fulls of his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, hungry more of him. He let go of her face and his hands traveled down her slender frame, grabbing her hips and picking her up. Getting the hint, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the couch.

Draco laid Hermione down gently, not breaking their kiss. His large hands ran up her legs, sending a shiver down her spine. She kissed him even harder in response.

She slipped his shirt over his head and ran her hands along his toned stomach once again; she dug her nails into his skin lightly, making him groan. He kissed her hard before standing up to take his pants off. Hermione grabbed his neck and pulled him down on top of her once he had removed them.

He undid the buttons on her blouse quickly, and then cupped her perky breasts in his large hands. He licked the line along her jaw, and then blew softly, causing goose bumps to form all over her body. Hermione could feel Draco's hardness pressing into her, and moved against him, causing him to growl in anticipation.

Draco removed Hermione's bra, then kissed his way down her flat stomach. She shivered with anticipation, and threw her head back. Draco slowly removed her skirt, never taking his eyes off her face.

"Are you sure about this, Hermione?"

She nodded; she'd never more sure of anything before in her life.

He kissed her in response.

Hermione lay back, expecting to feel his soft tongue on her, but instead he plunged into her, making her cry out loud. She looked up at him to see him smiling smugly. He grabbed her hips and slid into her even further, groaning when she took him all in.

She arched her back as he began to thrust; slowly at first, then faster. She moaned as he let go of her hips and placed his hands on the arm of the couch behind her for support.

"Harder, Draco." She gasped. "Harder..."

He did as she asked, causing her to cry out. "Say my name again." He commanded fiercely.

"Draco."

"Again."

She looked in his eyes. "Draco."

She dug her nails into his thighs as he pounded into her, and he groaned. One more hard thrust, and he came, and she quickly followed.

He laid down on top of her as he caught his breath. She played with the hair on the nape of his neck and he shivered.

"I love you, Hermione."

She smiled. "I love you too, Draco." She checked the time, and then let out a small gasp.

"You better get down to the pitch."

He sighed and got up, and, after giving Hermione a soft kiss, he got dressed again. He grabbed his broomstick from the table, and turned to look at Hermione. She wrapped a blanket around herself, and stood up.

"Be careful, Draco."

"I always am." He winked at her, and then disappeared out of the portrait hole.