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Harry sat in Divination class, head in his hand as he absently listened to Professor Firenze lecture. It was the last class of the day, and Harry was glad about it. The entire day had been a stressful one. Especially since Harry couldn't sleep at all last night; he felt guilty over him and Ron's fight with Hermione. Harry sighed, rolling his quill across his desk.

Ron sat alongside him, his eyes fixed on the back of Hermione's head. Harry followed Ron's gaze, his eyes wandering back to Hermione. She wore her old robes, the long skirt and baggy sweater. Her long, black robe hung off her shoulders. She sat next to Theodore, who kept whispering into her ear playfully. Draco and Blaise sat in the table to Hermione's left, Blaise quietly snoring. Harry rolled his eyes at the sight, the class had just stared fifteen minutes ago. Draco's eyes kept flickering to Hermione every few minutes, a frown on his lips. Harry noted the looks, and frowned in confusion as to Draco's sudden interest in Hermione.

Ron was too focused on Hermione and Theodore to notice Draco's focus. He was simmering with anger inside, anger and jealousy. Ron slightly sneered at seeing Theodore's hand slightly tickle Hermione's side while his face remained passive, giving nothing away to Professor Firenze. He watched as Hermione bit back a laugh, her hand catching Theodore's to stop his insistent tickling. Ron zeroed in on their hands intertwined, Theodore's hand twisting with Hermione's in order to interlace their fingers. Hermione tugged her hand, pulling away but ceased when Theodore's grip did not loosen on hers. Ron looked away, growing red in the face.

He leaned closer to Harry to whisper harshly, "Bloody hell, they can't keep their hands off each other."

Harry didn't say anything back, just closed his eyes as sadness overtook him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He watched the professor turn to write something on the blackboard behind him, and wrote it down on his parchment lazily. Ron scoffed, drawing Harry's attention once more.

"Listen, Ron, I don't think it was right of us to make her choose…" Harry said quietly.

Ron looked at Harry in shock, anger coloring his tone. "What?"

Professor Firenze turned back to face the class, his sharp eyes piercing each student. Harry ducked his head down as Professor Firenze's eyes searched the rows of students for the voice that had caused the disruption.

"Mr. Weasley, I would appreciate it if you would pay attention." The professor arched an eyebrow.

Ron blushed furiously as the entire class turned to look at him. Hermione included. Theodore chuckled quietly, and Hermione smacked his arm roughly. She gave Ron an apologetic smile, but Ron looked away from her in anger.

"Yes, professor. Sorry." Ron croaked.

Professor Firenze studied him a moment longer, then nodded before resuming his lecture passionately. The professor's hooves echoed in the room as he walked about, his hands waving about as he spoke.

Ron slouched down into his seat, and sighed, as the class turned back to the front. Theodore leaned forward, towards Hermione. However, Hermione leaned away from Theodore as she tried to decipher what the professor was teaching. Theodore shrugged and leaned back into his chair lazily, stretching his legs out infront of him. He dropped her hand, putting his hands into his trouser pockets. Hermione picked up her quill with her newly freed hand, and began scribbling down notes as her eyes remained watchful on the professor. Hermione felt like she was being watched, and her eyes turned to see Draco out of the corner of her eye, watching her. She turned her head to catch him more fully, and Draco hastily turned his head away. Hermione shook her head, and once again focused on the lecture.

The rest of the class went by rather quickly, and everyone was relieved to be dismissed. The professor turned towards the students who were quickly getting up; he saw them excited to finish classes for the day.

"No homework, get some rest!" The professor called out, shaking his head.

Hermione turned to Theodore, "That's one class I don't have to do homework for before the party."

Theodore laughed, ruffling Hermione's hair. Blaise joined them, walking alongside Hermione.

"Hey there, Granger." Blaise smiled easily.

Hermione frowned at Blaise, "Did I see you sleeping, Blaise?"

Blaise chuckled, "Yep."

Hermione shook her head at him, "You're insufferable."

Blaise winked at her, "Bad boys are more fun."

Hermione couldn't help but smile at him.

"At least you're well rested for the party." Draco smirked as he trailed behind Hermione.

Hermione looked over her shoulder at his sudden appearance. "Hey, Malfoy."

Draco nearly flinched at hearing his last name from her lips, but stopped himself. He shrugged, offering Hermione a charming smile. "Hermione."

Hermione's heart fluttered at hearing her first name from his lips, but kept her face neutral. She looked forward again, changing her books from her left arm to her right.

"Draco, have you found a date?" Theodore called out smugly.

Draco squeezed himself between Theodore and Hermione, much to Theodore's distaste. "Yes." He said, eyes locked on Hermione's.

Hermione blushed and looked down, away from his gaze. Blaise elbowed Hermione, and she scowled at him.

Blaise leaned forward while they walked, "Who's the poor girl who you've intimidated to go with you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "I did no such thing. She was very happy to be going with a Malfoy."

Theodore scoffed, "You and your family name."

Hermione watched Draco give Theodore a frosty glare, and Theodore frown at Draco. She wrapped her free arm around Draco's, causing him to break eye contact with Theodore and look down at Hermione in confusion.

"So who's the girl?" Hermione asked. "Same one who gave you company last night?"

Blaise chuckled, "Draco Malfoy! You've been caught by the lovely Granger in one of your sexual escapades."

Draco was about to snap a smart retort when he saw Hermione's eyes twinkle at him in amusement. He closed his mouth, earning a smile from Hermione.

"I didn't really catch him." Hermione giggled. "I heard the girl through the walls quite excessively and then thought I'd inform Malfoy that she was obviously faking it all."

Blaise and Theodore busted out laughing, doubling over as they did. Hermione sent Draco a smug look, joining with the other two boys and laughing as well.

"She was NOT faking it!" Draco sneered.

The other three looked up at Draco, "Then why did the moaning stop after I informed you through the door?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.

The trio's laughter once again rang out in the halls, earning confused looks from the other students.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Because you effectively cock-blocked me, Granger. After you said that, well, I wasn't in the mood for it anymore."

Blaise's eyes widened, "Merlin! Bloody good job, Granger!"

Hermione leaned her head onto Draco's shoulder, looking up at him. "I'm sorry."

Draco shook his head, and sighed. "No, you're not."

Hermione giggled quietly, "No, I suppose I'm not."

Draco pulled his arm away from hers, causing Hermione to slightly frown. Draco smirked at her, secretly glad that she liked being tangled with him. The other two boys quieted down, Blaise wiping his eyes.

"I haven't laughed that hard in so long." Blaise sighed happily.

The group slowly stopped, forming a small circle. Blaise and Theodore were opposite Hermione and Draco.

"This is where we part." Theodore smiled at Hermione.

Hermione smiled back, "So you'll pick me up at my room before the party?"

Theodore nodded, "Yeah, at about eleven."

Hermione stepped forward, hugging Theodore tightly. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she pressed her cheek into his chest. Theodore's arms snaked around Hermione after running his fingers through her hair. He squeezed slightly before releasing her. Hermione then hugged Blaise. She stepped back to Draco's side.

"I'll see you all later tonight." Draco nodded towards the other two boys.

"Sure thing." Blaise smiled.

Theodore and Blaise turned to walk towards the Slytherin common rooms to prepare for the night. Hermione hooked her arm with Draco's as they walked towards their rooms.

"You never did say who was your date." Hermione mused.

Draco peered down at her, "Tracey Davis."

Hermione cocked her head to the side, "I've seen her around with Blaise, haven't I?"

Draco nodded, a small smirk adorning his lips. "Most likely."

"So why are you going with her?" Hermione frowned.

"She's a good time." Draco shrugged.

Hermione thought it over. "So you shagged her?"

Draco chuckled, "Sort of. You ruined that while it was happening."

Hermione blushed slightly. "Oh. That's right."

The two walked down the hall, soon reaching the portrait. They walked into their common room, Hermione and Draco removed their robes nearly simultaneously. Draco loosened his tie and unbuttoned various of his shirt's buttons. Hermione pulled off her sweater, and unbuttoned the few top buttons on her blouse, removing her tie. Each of them fell onto the sofa side by side. Hermione rested her head on Draco's shoulder. They sat very close, outer thighs pressing against the other. The fire was still going from this morning when Draco had lighted it. The duo watched it flicker as they sat in companionable silence, listening to other breathe evenly.

Draco had stiffened when Hermione had sat so close, but had eventually relaxed as he felt her soft curves against him. Draco breathed in her comforting scent, one that he had grown to appreciate like one would a bouquet of flowers. Draco wasn't sure when he had begun to crave her presence, especially since he had detested her for so many years. However, she wasn't exactly the Hermione he had once mocked. She had evolved into a sensual creature. One that had teased and used him before tossing him aside. Draco frowned at that thought. She was learning the game of seduction too well. All because of Theodore Nott. Draco's frown deepened. Theodore was falling for Hermione. He was sure of it. Draco's frown changed into a smirk. He always welcomed some competition. Especially when the prize was a rarity such as Hermione Granger. Draco's arm moved to Hermione's back, curling around her waist.

Hermione curled her legs onto the couch, snuggling into Draco's side as his arm wrapped around her. Her eyes flickered to the grandfather clock in the room; she could lay here for several more hours before having to get ready for the party. For that she was grateful. She enjoyed sitting here with Draco Malfoy, neither speaking but rather soaking in each other's presence. She began to think about the past years with Draco. Even though he had been excessively cruel to her, she had been drawn to him. His piercing grey eyes that seemed to look right into her soul, causing that spark of fear within her that Draco would see her attraction towards him. She had reacted to his words with venom, trying to push him away as far from her and her friends as possible. And yet, now she sat alongside him in peaceful tranquility. Hermione smiled, grateful for walking in on him and Pansy on the train that day. She sighed contentedly into his side. Her thoughts drifted to Theo, and her happiness soon dispersed. He was a new puzzle for her to piece together. She enjoyed spending time with him, kissing him, being held by him. He had a bad reputation, and frowned upon habits, but Hermione didn't believe that he was truly evil. She had discovered he had a sweet side, one that he tried to hide, but he had it nonetheless. He also had been very patient with her, but also very dominant. Hermione blushed at remembering the very thorough job he had done on her in the prefect's bath. Yes, Draco and Theodore were both intriguing. But which did Hermione prefer? She tried to think about each and the differences between them, but couldn't reach a conclusion. At least not yet.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when she felt Draco's thumb graze her lower back, rubbing soothingly back and forth. She looked up at Draco's face through her lashes, his gaze was still on the fire. She could see the flames reflecting in his silver eyes, giving them an eerie glow. His face was hard, a mask of indifference. It made Hermione curious as to what he was thinking about. She hesitantly slid her arm up from his chest to softly caress his cheek. Draco closed his eyes as he felt her soft skin on his cheek.

"Penny for your thoughts." Hermione whispered.

"I'm guessing that's one of your Muggle sayings." Draco arched an eyebrow, opening his eyes to look into her brown ones.

Hermione nodded impishly, "Yeah. What are you thinking about?"

Draco sighed, "Nothing."

He looked away from her, back towards the fire. A frown tugged at Hermione's lips. She turned his head back down to hers, but he resisted. The hand on his cheek tried to pull his face towards hers again, but once again Draco fought against it. She dropped her hand from his cheek.

"Is it something about your father?" Hermione mumbled when she realized she was fighting a losing battle.

Draco's eyes grew hard, his lips turning into a bitter sneer. "Why would it be about my father?"

"Because he demands so much of you." Hermione frowned.

Draco's eyes snapped to Hermione's. "What would you know about that?"

Hermione shrugged, "He's very hard on you. Anyone can see that when you're with him."

Draco studied her face, searching her eyes. Hermione stared back at him. Draco shook his head, eyes leaving hers. They sat like that for a few minutes. Draco thought about his father, and the duties he had been given by him and the Dark Lord. He shuddered slightly when he thought of the things he would have to do. The last nightmare came back to him, spilling out of the locked door he had put it in. Draco closed his eyes tightly, willing the images of bloodshed to leave him alone. They grew darker, and yet more vibrant the more he tried to push them away.

Hermione watched his eyes flicker behind his eyelids, and felt his body shudder against hers. She could see pain in his face, and the grip around her waist grew tighter. Hermione bit her lip nervously. She cautiously moved in his arms, crawling onto his lap. She held his face between her hands, fingers spread to take in more of his skin.

Draco absently felt Hermione's hands on his face, but was too immersed in the nightmare to give her touch a second thought.

Blood painted over his hands, seeping into the cracks and underneath his nails.

Draco's body slightly jerked, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Hermione slightly shook his face, but Draco didn't respond to her.

"Malfoy?" She whispered harshly.

Bodies strewn around the room. Lifeless forms, eyes wide open with fear etched in them. Staring at Draco, accusing him of their murder.

Draco's lips were pressed into a tight line, eyebrows creased and pushed together as he pressed himself further into the couch. Hermione now straddled his lap, her hands on his cheeks.

"Malfoy!" She exclaimed, trying to wake him from his trance he seemed to be lost in.

Voldemort stood in the room's center. His eyes glowed red, bloodlust evident as he smiled around the room full of death and torment.

Draco whimpered slightly as the Dark Lord fixed his fiery eyes onto Draco's clouded grey ones. Hermione watched the confident, arrogant man before her whimper like a scared, young boy. It tugged at her heart, she grew scared for him.

"Snap out of it!" Hermione begged.

"Well done, Draco." Voldemort praised, gesturing to the lifeless bodies.

Draco's head jerked to the side, and Hermione tried to pull it back to face forward-towards her. She kissed his eyelids softly, but frantically.

"Please." Hermione whimpered as she watched Draco's body tremble. "Please, comeback."

"I have to say, I didn't think you had it in you." Lucius sneered at his son, standing to the left of Voldemort.

"Father?" Draco hesitantly called out.

"You always were a bit of a coward." Lucius looked over Draco with a critical eye.

Draco flinched at that statement. Voldemort's hissing voice rang out in the room, "If he was raised a coward, it is because his father is a greater sniveling fool."

Lucius's head bowed to the Dark Lord, "Master…I did my best to raise him as you would have wished."

Voldemort frowned disapprovingly at his Death Eater, "Your best? Your efforts were wasted, Lucius."

Lucius's eyes flickered to the floor, "I'm sorry, Master."

Voldemort's lips raised into a sneer, "Get out of my sight."

Lucius apparated out, leaving the Dark Lord alone with Draco and the bodies. Voldemort approached Draco, stepping over the mutilated bodies. His feet stepped in their blood, staining his pale feet. Draco fought the urge to run.

"Draco!" Voldemort called out, a smile on his lips.

Draco slightly bowed. "My lord."

Voldemort was now standing directly in front of Draco. "You've proven yourself in my eyes, young Draco."

Draco rose from his bow slowly, "Thank you, my lord."

Draco felt sick as the Dark Lord's hand rested on Draco's shoulder. "You are a good addition to my ranks. It seems many of us underestimated you, boy."

Hermione watched helplessly as Draco tumbled deeper into his trance. His body grew tense, shoulder twitching. One of Hermione's hands left his cheek to run her fingers through his platinum, blonde hair soothingly. He was sweating, causing the hair to mat against his forehead. Hermione leaned forward to softly kiss Draco's lips. "Draco…" She breathed against his lips.

"Draco…"

Draco heard a feminine voice whispering into his ear. He looked back to the Dark Lord, who appeared to haven't heard the girl. Draco tried to listen to the Dark Lord, who was giving him new orders.

"Draco…please…" The voice whimpered.

Draco cocked his head, the voice sounded familiar to him.

"Something wrong, Draco?" Voldemort asked, looking around the room.

Draco shook his head in denial, but listened for the voice.

"Comeback, Draco."

Draco felt warmth spreading through him, and it felt as if someone had planted a kiss on his lips. He raised his fingers to his lips, and his eyes searched the room. The Dark Lord began to fade before Draco, leaving Draco alone in the room. One by one the bodies and blood faded out, until the room was empty except for him.

Hermione saw Draco's eyes move behind their lids, his lips parting under her kisses. Hope blossomed inside her as his hands reached for her, hands slipping underneath her blouse, circling her small waist. His eyes flickered open, a small gasp coming from his lips. Hermione exhaled loudly.

"Merlin, Draco!" She breathed before kissing him again.

Draco groggily opened his eyes, feeling as though he woke from a dream. He felt soft lips against his own, with his hands and arms against silky skin. He heard the feminine voice again, except not a faraway whisper-but in front of him. He took in the sight of a worried Hermione before him, felt her warm hand on his cheek, her nails slightly scraping his scalp, her bum resting on his crotch. But most importantly, he felt her lips return to his. Draco kissed her back with a wild abandon, taking Hermione by surprise. He deepened their kiss frantically, almost afraid that the dream would comeback to claim him. Hermione felt his tongue flick at her lips, begging for entrance. She parted her lips for his invading tongue-and soon-their tongues began to dance and duel against each other.

His strong arms pulled her flush against him so that her chest was pressed firmly against his. Hermione softly caressed his cheek with her hand, opposite to Draco's rough kisses. Draco tugged at the back of her blouse.

"Take it off." He mumbled against her lips.

Hermione's hands left Draco's face and hair in order to quickly undo her shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, Draco pulled the fabric off her shoulders and discarded it on the floor. His large hands spread over her bareback, taking in as much of her skin as he could. The tips of his fingers felt the catch of her bra, and he nimbly undid it. Hermione leaned back in order to shuck the bra off. While Hermione was still bent backwards, Draco used the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her breasts. Hermione closed her eyes as Draco's mouth teased her puckered rosebuds. He trailed wet kisses from her breasts to her jaw, and as his lips traveled up her body, Hermione leaned forward once more. She tilted her head back, giving him more access. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, earning a small mewl from Hermione.

Draco decided he could nibble on Hermione's delectable skin forever-especially because her taste kept the nightmares at bay. He lapped at her neck, catching the salty taste of her sweat. He could feel Hermione's buds poking at his chest, rubbing back and forth as she sought release. He could feel his length straining against his trousers, wanting to bury himself into her to the hilt. Hermione's hands pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants. His head fell back as her hands slid up his abdomen, nails scratching as they traced his abs definition. She scraped his nipples with her nails several times, earning a growl from Draco. He quickly undid his shirt, and Hermione yanked it off of his muscled body. Hermione began to nibble on his earlobe, her hot breath teasing Draco's senses. Draco undid the clasp of Hermione's skirt, bunching it up on her waist in order to reach her moist panties. He cupped her mound through the fabric, clenching slightly. Hermione shivered in response, tongue flicking out more aggressively on his earlobe.

"Stop teasing, Draco." Hermione murmured.

Draco turned his head to capture Hermione's lips as his fingers teased her nub through the fabric. Hermione's hips grinded down on his hand. Draco felt the moisture seep through her panties, wetting his palm. He trailed his hand away from her panty covered mound, earning a soft growl from Hermione.

"Draco." She bit out.

Draco pulled away from her lips, panting as he looked into her clouded eyes. He snuck his hand into the waistband of her underwear, finding her soft, moist curls. He cupped her again, lifting his fingers to tease her nether lips.

"Is this what you want?" Draco asked huskily.

Hermione nodded, then shook her head. "More. I want more."

Draco bit down on her neck just as he inserted two fingers into her warm heat. Hermione moaned loudly at the mixture of pleasure and pain. Draco pumped his fingers into her, her juices coating his fingers. Hermione humped down on his fingers, pleasure rushing through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rose her hips and then lowered them onto him. Draco's other hand rose in-between them to squeeze one of her breasts roughly. Hermione licked her lips, feeling so very close to achieving an orgasm.

"Kiss me." Hermione whimpered.

Draco obliged, bringing his lips to hers once more to assuage her need. He bit down on her bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth. Hermione's tongue reached out, causing Draco to drop her lip. Her tongue searched his, tasting and licking as he continued to pump into her. He began to mimic the thrusting of his fingers with that of his tongue.

Hermione shook her head wildly, tearing away from his mouth. "I want you inside me when I cum."

She tried to squirm away from his hand, the palm of it rubbing against her nub with the most delicious friction. The hand on her breast tightened, pinching and twisting her nipple.

"You will." Draco promised, a smirk on his lips as he watched her eye glaze over.

Hermione's body shuddered as she came on Draco's fingers. Draco looked at her expression with pride. Her mouth opened as pure bliss swept over her. Her eyes were half lidded, and unfocused. He continued to stroke her as she climaxed, loving the rippling as she clenched down on his fingers.

She slumped against him as her climax ended. Draco pulled his fingers out of her, lifting them to his lips. He sucked her juices off of his fingers, tongue swirling on the tips to catch all of her essence. Hermione looked up at him, eyes blazing as she watched him. She pushed against him and lifted her face to his. He finished cleaning off his fingers, about to drop his hand to his side when Hermione engulfed his fingers into her mouth. She suckled strongly, sending a jolt straight to Draco's groin. He watched her as she sucked and licked where he had previously done so. He felt her tongue tickle his fingers, teeth slightly nibbling on their tips. She gave one last suck before releasing his fingers.

Draco's eyes traveled over Hermione's face, from her fiery eyes to her parted lips. "Exquisite."

Hermione purred as she leaned forward to give him a long, deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, deepening the kiss further. She pulled away several moments later, both her and Draco panting.

"About that promise…" Hermione whispered, breathless.

Draco's eyebrow arched at her. He took hold of her bum, and quickly raised himself off the couch. Hermione squealed as he lifted her off with him, and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Hermione felt her skirt flapping around on her waist, the buttons undone. She blushed slightly. Draco noticed her blush as he walked them to his room. He gave her an amused grin. Hermione's hands reached out to hold onto Draco's doorframe, halting Draco's walk.

"What's wrong with my room?" He asked, confused.

Hermione averted her eyes, "I just don't want to do it in here."

Draco shrugged, "Fine. Your room then."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded as Draco walked them to her room.

"You know, I don't think Professor McGonagall had this in mind when she gave us adjacent bedrooms." Draco chuckled.

Hermione shook her head at him as they walked into her room. She unhitched her legs from Draco's waist, and Draco loosened his grip to let her stand in front of him. Hermione kicked the door shut, then turned to face him. She laughed as she saw his current wardrobe. Draco looked at in bewilderment.

"What?" He asked.

"You're wearing trousers and a tie." Hermione giggled.

Draco rolled his eyes, "And you're wearing some panties and a skirt."

Hermione looked down at herself. "Seems I am."

She looked back up at Draco, and they both chuckled. She stepped forward and removed his tie, tossing it aside. Draco reached for her skirt, pulling it down before Hermione stepped out of it. Draco undid his pants, pulling them down and kicking them away from him. Hermione gave him a weak smile, and then pulled off her panties. Draco took off his briefs, his arousal free from confinement.

Hermione took Draco by surprise when she started a slight run before jumping onto him, knocking him backwards onto the bed. It knocked the breath out of Draco, causing him to inhale sharply as his back hit the mattress. Hermione giggled, placing soft kisses along his collarbone and up to his cheek.

"Sorry." Hermione managed to say between giggles.

Draco gave her a doubtful look, "Right." He groaned.

Hermione nibbled on his jaw line, eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked up at him. Draco met her eyes, eventually relaxing into the bed as she continued to kiss and nibble his jaw. He felt her curls of the apex of her thighs rub against his lower thighs enticingly. She moved her bum down, so that his length was nestled against it.

"Forgive me?" Hermione murmured as she moved herself closer and closer to his erection.

Draco closed his eyes as she hovered over his length, raising herself onto his chest with her hands. She sat up straight, her hair making a curtain around her face. She looked down at him in triumph as she felt his hips rise to try and tempt her to do the deed.

"Merlin, yes." Draco growled in frustration as she evaded him.

Hermione impaled herself on him in one swift movement, causing both her and him to gasp loudly. Hermione's head shot back, eyes opening wide. Draco's hands bit into her thighs as she raised herself off him once more. Draco groaned when he felt her tight sheath surround him. The hands on his chest pushed down slightly, her nails scratching him harshly as she continued to pound herself onto him swiftly. Draco hissed feeling the sting from her nails. His fingers tightened further on her thighs, sure to leave fingerprint bruises later.

Hermione leaned forward, moaning as the new angle caused more stimulation to her nub. Draco raised his head slightly, catching her nipple into his warm mouth. He bit down, causing Hermione's strokes to quicken. Her soft moans echoed throughout the room, sounding like music to Draco's ears. Draco switched breasts, tongue flicking out against the bud before suckling strongly. He felt her clenching down onto him, squeezing his length tightly. Draco groaned, much to Hermione's approval. Draco mustered up his strength, and flipped them over so that he was on top. Hermione slightly frowned, but soon gasped as he thrust into her with sure, hard strokes-reaching deeper than he had before. Hermione raised her head off the pillow, her tongue stroking behind Draco's ear. Draco shivered, and Hermione repeated the action. Her tongue traced the curve of his ear, slipping down to his lobe. She sucked it in her mouth, biting down. Draco took one of her hands, leading it between them to where their bodies joined.

"Touch yourself." Draco ordered harshly as changed his angle of penetration.

Hermione's hand rubbed her nub furiously as Draco continued to thrust into her. Her lips formed an 'o' as even more pleasure flashed through her. Her toes curled.

"I'm so close." Hermione bit out, head thrashing on the pillow causing her hair to tangle.

Draco leaned forward, his hot breath blowing into her ear. His lips touched her ear, he was so close.

"Hermione…" He whispered into her ear.

Hermione reached her peak with that soft spoken word. Her hips bucked up against Draco's, causing him to be buried till the hilt in her. Draco groaned, having also reached his climax. They both shuddered as their orgasms overcame them. Draco panted as he saw stars before his eyes, he buried his face in the crook of Hermione's neck. Hermione turned her head slightly to kiss the side of his face, panting heavily. She closed her eyes as Draco melted against her. She found his weight on her comforting. Draco remained like that for another minute before rolling off of her. They lay side by side staring up at the ceiling. Hermione turned on her side to face him, snuggling into his side. Draco awkwardly put his arm around her as she did.

"Draco?" Hermione murmured sleepily.

"Hmm?" Draco groaned, closing his eyes.

Hermione bit her lip, "Earlier…what happened to you?"

Hermione felt Draco stiffen. "Nothing."

Hermione breathed in deeply. "Something happened. You were in something like a trance…" She trailed off.

"Drop it." Draco bit out.

Hermione licked her lips, "But-"

Draco removed his arm from around her, getting out of her bed. Hermione reached out for him, grabbing his arm.

"I'm sorry, I'll drop it." She mumbled.

Draco froze, then eventually laid back down, feeling too tired to go anywhere else. Hermione sighed in relief as she snuggled into him again.

"What time is it?" Hermione yawned.

Draco looked towards the Muggle clock she had in her room. "We've got another two or three hours before we have to get ready for the party. Sleep."

Hermione nodded, burying her face into his chest. "Wake me up a few minutes before ten?" She muttered.

Draco smoothed down her hair, "I will."

Hermione breathed in relief, and then drifted off to sleep in Draco's arms. Draco tightened his hold on her. Looked down at her calm expression, and closed his eyes as he thought. The nightmares were so real, and they always came when he slept. One of the reasons Draco never did like to sleep alone, why he had invited Tracey over when finding Hermione with Theodore. He groaned in frustration.

"Why did your voice call me back?" Draco asked the sleeping body beside him.

He sighed, shaking his head. He stared into the ceiling, willing answers to come to him, but none came.

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