Hermione woke in Draco's bed the next morning. Her memories flashed back to two days earlier when she had actually met Ginnys ex-boyfriend Billy Harris in the hospital room. He had given her comfort when there was no one else there to hold her hand. She had found a friend in him, and was thankful.
Draco's arm was stretched protectively around her stomach.
The bottom two buttons of her blouse had been undone, and his bare forearm was pressed firmly against the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. She smiled and reached towards him, gently stroking his incredibly soft hair. She ran a finger along his fine cheekbone. He inhaled deeply and sighed in his sleep.
She needed to use the bathroom.
She slowly started to slip from his grasp.

"You're not going anywhere, Granger," Malfoy mumbled sleepily and drew her into towards him, pressing her back against his stomach and curling around her. She loved the feeling of being wrapped in his powerful arms. She sighed and stayed there for a moment.
She curled her fingers around Draco's firm ones. They were callused and rough, yet still incredibly soft and girl-like. She giggled at the thought that he had never done any work besides dueling and writing essays and such. These were calluses that she had on her own hands. She raised his fingers to her lips and kissed them gently.

"You know that does feel incredibly nice," he mumbled and tried to turn her around.

"Not right now, Malfoy. I need to use the little girls' room," she giggled. He rolled his eyes and lifted his arm up regretfully to let her slide out of bed. "You know I haven't spent a single night in your bed with actual pajamas on?" she asked as she left the room.

"Yes, I do realize that. There are all sorts of things I'd like for you to wear into my bed, too. Let's see... we can start with nothing at all and work our way up," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. She stuck her head back in the door and glared at him but then laughed.

"At least I know what you're dreaming about while you're snoring so peacefully next to me," she called from the bathroom. He listened to the pills rattle in their bottles and frowned.

"Well it is a very entertaining dream, you know," he said quirkily and stretched out in bed. She didn't answer and his joints creaked and cracked and he smiled as he relaxed his muscles.
She came back into the room, still wearing her clothes and with what he assumed fresher breath.

"You know, Granger, there's no point in making yourself decent when I'm just going to ravish you," he said with a smirk as he hopped out of bed and wrapped his arms around her waist playfully. She giggled and placed her hands gently on his bare chest.

"Malfoy, I swear if you even try to touch me..."

"You'll kiss me senseless?" he offered helpfully. She fluttered and eyelashes and licked her lips seductively.

"Who knows?" she asked. He dove in for a kiss, deep and playful and beautiful all at once. She pressed up against him and smiled into his lips. It couldn't have been more perfect.
He broke away, looking devilish and charming. He walked backwards and then lay back on the bed.

"Let the kissing begin!" he laughed. Much to his surprise with a squeal of happiness Hermione rushed at him and hopped on him. He scooted up higher on the bed, enjoying this game. Malfoy flipped her over and lay firmly on top of her, kissing her gently and sweetly. It was Hermione who wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck and deepened the kiss, loving him every second.

Hermione loved the feeling of Malfoy's body pressing on top of her. She felt safe and protected sandwiched between Malfoy's silky skin and Malfoy's silky sheets

"You taste minty fresh," Draco laughed into her mouth, hoping to ease the intensity between them. She ignored the comment and continued to kiss him, rubbing her hands over his broad shoulders and along the firm bones and muscles in his back. She slipped her hands down and began to play with the drawstring of his pants...

"Hermione, no," Draco hissed and pulled back, pulling her hands away. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

"What's wrong Draco? Aren't up to it yet?" she giggled and leaned in and kissed him again. Everything seemed all right as they held one another and kissed intensely.
Then Hermione flipped Draco over and kissed him wildly and desperately. She ran her hands down again...

"Hermione!" Draco snapped and pulled away. She sat up, still straddling him. He had to admit she was just about the most beautiful he had ever seen. His eyes scanned over her and met her intense chocolate eyes... and then the bandage on the back of her head from her accident just the day before.

"Draco, I want you," she whispered and leaned back down, trying to kiss him. Draco fulfilled her wish for just a moment, but she was so desperate. He felt a cold tear fall from her eye and land on his cheek.

"Hermione, no," he said again. In a burst of frustration he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. He pinned her wrists down on the bed. His weight on top of her made her helpless. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I... said... no!" he told her sternly before backing away and letting her up. She scrambled into a sitting position on one of the pillows, tears falling silently from her eyes. "Why are you acting this way?" he asked stubbornly. He reached out for her but she recoiled from his touch, ashamed.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
Draco frowned.

"There's no need to be sorry," he reassured her.

"Draco, I have two weeks! Just two weeks! Then I'm going to die! Do you understand that? Dead! That means I can't kiss you, hold you, or even think of you! I can't even want you! I'm going to leave you here to feel god knows what!" she sobbed uncontrollably. "I just wanted you to have a part of me that no one else ever had... I just wanted... I want you to think of me... I want you to remember me..." she whispered and covered her burning face with her hands, crying.
He crawled over to her, holding her in his arms.

"I'll always remember you. Just because I joke about having sex doesn't mean that's all that I want from you... you're everything to me, remember?" he asked. She nodded.

"I feel so stupid," she giggled.
Draco shrugged.

"Well just so you know, I thought you were pretty much the most gorgeous woman I've ever had the extreme pleasure of meeting," he said coyly. She giggled and rolled her eyes.
There was an urgent knocking on the door outside. Hermione sighed and rushed out of Draco's room and towards the door.

"Hermione! Open up! God, please open up!" a voice pleaded with her urgently. Hermione opened up the door. Harry rushed inside, tears in his incredible jade green eyes.

"Harry! What's wrong?" she cried out and placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked at her and the tears began to fall.

"It's all my fault... oh god... oh god I've done something terrible... Hermione I've killed him..."