(A/N: Okay here is the next chapter. Sorry about this taking forever but college is 95% working, 2% sleep, and 3% running around cuz you just can't work or sleep. But here it is. Enjoy.)

With adrenaline still pumping from his confrontation with Snape, Draco barreled down the corridors, knocking books out of hands and shouldering his way through the more crowded hallways. It wasn't till he reached the emptier corridors that he started to calm down. His paced slowed, his breathing evening out.

"Draco? Are you alright?" His head snapped towards the source of the sweet voice that flowed like honey from soft lips. It was Hermione, she was standing at the other end of the hall, hair in a delicate braid over her shoulder and face etched with concern. He wouldn't be surprised if she could tell the internal crisis he was having with just one look.

She was coming closer to him, he could see her lips moving, forming words meant to comfort him, but all he could process was the sight of her. The curve of her lips, how she bit her bottom lip so enticingly. Her calm brown eyes and her pale hands, for once empty of books or bag, reaching out towards him. He pictured her curves, how perfectly his mouth fit along the curve of her neck, or how his hands seemed to find home on the swell of her hips.

She was standing in front of him now, more than just fear in her eyes as her hands gripped his shoulders. She was small, gripping him with all her strength was barely felt by him. But he still couldn't focus on her words, he could see her lips forming words but all he could think about was a much better use for those lips.

With a near inhuman speed he grabbed her by the waist, pushing her against the stone wall, and kissing her roughly. He heard her groan, and for a second he thought he'd hurt her. He went to pull back but the hand gripping the fabric of his shirt held him in place.

The kiss was hot and heavy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. Draco pushed his body against hers, hips fitting together like puzzle pieces and their breathing forced to be shallow. His fingertips clung to her hips, the curve fitting in his hands like that was where they were meant to be. He'd apologize for the bruising that would surely be left later, right now he was too preoccupied with the way her nails dug into his shoulders and how her breath came in hitching gasps.

He was forced to pull back, his lack of breathing making him feel heady and made the edges of his vision blur just slightly. He tipped his head back, trying to catch his breath but also opening his neck up to Hermione's reach. This really didn't help his breathing but it did give him a chance to notice what had changed about their surroundings.

They were still alone, which was a blessing considering how unobservant they had been, but the wall he'd shoved Hermione against was now a wooden door, the wrought iron framing around it immediately identifying it as the Room of Requirement. Draco had never seen the door when he wasn't performing a duty to help his father and the other death eaters, it had always held negative sentiments in his mind. But at the moment his mind was so clouded he didn't notice anything beyond the feeling of her body so close to him and her lips so delicate on the skin of his throat.

"Granger," he whispered, his voice husky as his fingers twirled a strand of chestnut curl. Her lips stilled, pulling back enough to look up at him, her brown eyes clouded with something unfamiliar. His hand found the door knob, with a twist the heavy slab of wood moved. The smile that appeared on Hermione's face was enough to let him know that she knew exactly what this room was.

Her lips were on his again, and Draco wasn't sure where this aggressiveness was coming from but he liked it. What can only be described as a growl came from deep in his throat. With ease he lifted her off the ground, making her jump in a bit of surprise before she thought to wrap her legs around his waist. Her arms were around his neck, their chests pressed tightly together, and his hands were holding onto her rear shamelessly.

Still holding her he carried her into the room, shutting the door behind them as he leaned against it, the way her curves were pressed to tightly against him had him at a loss for thoughts.

"Don't tease me." Hermione whimpered when he had to break their kiss to breathe. Her legs slipped off his hips, skirt hiked dangerously high. Draco couldn't respond, his breathing was erratic and she smiled up at him, proud of the reaction she'd caused. She let him catch his breath, pressing her head against his chest, hearing the pounding heartbeats and feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.

He used the break she was giving him to take in the room. He'd only ever seen it two different ways: the Dumbledore's Army headquarters, and the room of lost objects that made him sick to think about. This room was neither of those, it was entirely different but the intentions were very clear.

There was a large four post bed, much like the one in their dormitories, but supersized. There was a large fireplace opposite of the bed, the space between covered by thick carpet. There was a door to their left that looked like it lead to a bathroom but Draco was still focused on the bed.

He hadn't been looking for the room, not consciously at least, but he'd be lying if he said his mind wouldn't have eventually wandered to a situation like this one. Glancing down he noticed that Hermione hadn't seen the room yet, a brief panicked thought crossed his mind. They'd never talked about their relationship on this type of a physical level. Would she panic? Worse, would she think he expected this from her?

"Draco," her voice was quiet, but he could hear her smile. "Stop panicking, I was thinking about the room." His eyes darted down to meet hers, a grin fit for a Slytherin spread on her face.

"You want to…?" Draco was cut off by her nod and then by her hand on his collar pulling his lips down on hers.

"Yes."

Draco picked her up once more, nearly sprinting to the bed. Once there he set her down on it. But she kept her legs around his waist, her fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt. He couldn't help but chuckles at the way she bit her lip and tried to concentrate on the buttons without ripping them from the shirt. It didn't help that she was batting his hands away each time they went for the bottom of her jumper, trying to get it off her.

The accomplished look on her face when she finally pulled the shirt from his pants and slid it off his shoulders could be compared to the look she got just before finishing a difficult potion correctly. She reached for his belt but his hand caught her wrist and held her still. It was his turn. Nearly ripping it in the process he managed to yank her jumper over her head, he actually did rip her shirt in his haste to get it off, sliding it off her shoulders but not completely off, her arms stuck behind her back.

With her arms were trapped behind her Draco took the opportunity to take in her beauty, the flush in her cheeks as she tried to shrink under his gaze. He cupped her cheek, making her look into his eyes as her looked at her. She stopped trying to hide when she noticed the way he licked his lips and how the look in his eyes was nothing less than adoration. She watched as his lips grazed over her collarbone before following the newly bared curves of her chest, kissing along the edge of her bra.

He'd been so caught up he hadn't noticed how she slipped out of her shirt the rest of the way, he only noticed how her hands had now opened the buckle of his belt and was pushing his pants from his hips. His pants dropped to the floor, his hands slipped under her skirt, the soft skin of her thighs under his fingertips, goose bumps raised as he passed.

He climbed onto the bed with her, hovering over her as his hands found a home on her hips, thumbs caressing the softly protruding bones beneath his hands. She lifted her hips as her skirt slipped down her legs, collecting on the floor with the other clothing. He laughed, a genuine and happy sound that lit up his eyes and melted the cool calm they had grown accustomed to. Hermione laughed along with him, the chances this would happen the same day she wore this particular set of underwear. She didn't wear this set often but the look of sheer freedom on his face made it worth the sixty dollar set of emerald green lace panties and a matching bra.

"Are these your true colors Hermione?" smile splitting his face as he nuzzled against her neck. She nodded, giggling as his breath tickled her skin.

Hermione gasped, surprised by how easily Draco managed to unhook her bra. The cocky smirk only made the heat pooling between her legs grow. While Draco took in the newly bared skin Hermione traced the planes on his back, fingertips grazing his spine and shoulder blades. In a giddy haste they each removed the final piece of clothing separating them.

His eyes remained on hers the entire time, not once wavering. When the feeling became too much he buried his face in her neck, kissing along the pale skin as her nails scratched at his back.

And when they came down from their highs, breathing heavy and skin damp, Draco rolled onto his back and pulled Hermione close to him. She laid her head on his chest, tucked just under his chin, and traced nonsensical patterns on his alabaster skin.

"Draco," her voice was small, not quiet, but hesitant, "I- I love you." She looks up at him, meeting his grey eyes. "I don't know what is going to happen, but I want to be with you when it happens. I know we may end up on opposite sides, that actually more likely, but-"

"Hermione," he kissed her forehead, palm smoothing her unruly hair away from her face, "we will be. I'm not letting you go, I'm not letting go of the one good, redeeming thing about myself. I not letting go until you ask me to, and maybe not even then. Whatever happens, we will be together in the end."

"How can you be so sure? Anything can happen, we won't know until-"

Draco kisses her, soft and reassuring, soothing hands on her back and gently lips on hers. He kisses her till she can't keep her eyes open, till her eyes droop closed and she curls against him, even in sleep she fears losing him.

"I won't live without you." Draco whispered, resolve in his voice.

(A/N: Hope you liked it. I think I'm going to end this story. It's not really a climactic ending or a resolve to any issues but it ends with Draco's resolve. I can't continue this forever and I really don't want to write it through the war. Please review.)