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They lay together so lost in each other that they didn't even see a door suddenly appear in the wall beside them. And they certainly didn't hear it crack open.

"DRACO!" Their peaceful intimate moment was shattered by the earth shacking screech that filled the room. Draco's head snapped over to the door, seeking the source of the terrible sound. It was Pansy. Funny, just a few hours ago he had been eager to see her, and now he was dreading the very thought.

"Pansy, get out." He ordered her, wrapping his arms protectively around Hermione. She was burying her face in his chest, willing herself to vanish. His words had sounded even toned, but his gaze spoke a multitude.

Pansy tried her best to shake off the icy cold glare she had just received from Draco. "What the bloody hell is that…that mudblood doing with my Draky?" She huffed as she crossed her arms, trying to convey how annoyed this situation made her.

Even though he had himself called her that many times, hearing it from Pansy was too much. Grabbing one of the sheets off of the bed, wrapping it around his chiseled frame, he practically leaped directly in front of the intruding girl. His face was inches away from hers and her face changed quickly from anger and annoyance to fear.

"First of all, if you EVER call her that again, you will have to answer to me, do you understand?" She nodded urgently. "And secondly, I'm not yours and I never will be. Get that through that thick scull of yours. And I believe I told you to get out." Her mouth opened, ready to fight back, but she thought better of it. She backed away towards the door and left, looking visibly shaken. She soon disappeared, but not before giving one last nasty look in Hermione's direction.

Hermione looked bothered by what had happened, but also relieved that she had left easier then she thought she would. "Do you want to get out of here?" He asked, wanting to end her discomfort, he liked much better when she was happy. "I don't know…" She trailed off, avoiding his eyes.

She didn't need to say anything further; he already knew what she was thinking, because he was thinking it too. They were supposed to hate each other; it had always been that way. They weren't supposed to get along, they weren't supposed to want each other, and they most definitely were not supposed to fuck. Yet, there was no way either of them was ready to be done with this just yet.

"We have two choices. Since Pansy saw us, everyone most likely already knows what happened." He ran his hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "Therefore we can either decide to never do this again, and go back to the way we were before. Or…" He paused to gaze upon the girl before him, trying to read her eyes. She locked eyes with him, each heavy with emotion. "Or?" she spoke quietly, almost inaudibly. "Or we can give…whatever this is a try. It's going to be hard, that's obvious, but I'm willing. If you are that is."

He stood in silence, watching her. It was obvious that she was battling internally with herself. Having always been very logical, he was sure all kinds of pros and cons were plaguing he thoughts.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. "Ok. I want to try." He couldn't contain the smile that formed at the corner of his gorgeous mouth. Her beautiful smile quickly followed his. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek gently. Leaning her head against his strong shoulder, she just enjoyed the new feeling of closeness with him. Breathing in his scent, she felt completely content.

They pulled away after a few moments and got dressed, both taking their time, not wanting to leave the comfort of the closet. How ironic that not too long ago they would have both given anything to get out and now the thought of leaving the room was suddenly increasingly difficult.

"Are you ready?" He asked her as he reached out to grab he hand, interlocking their fingers together. She nodded, nervously squeezing his hand. He guided her out of the door and into the large hallway. They both felt strange, like thieves hoping not to be spotted.

"Where to?" He asked looking around at the occasional students walking passed them. "The Library." He rolled his eyes jokingly at her predictability. "Why did I even ask?" He chuckled and started to walk in the direction of Hermione's favorite place in the entire castle.

"Well, I have a fantasy I've always wanted to try." He stopped dead in his track at her words and she had to pull him along, laughing to herself. "Why do I have a feeling you are only with me for my body." He joked with her, trying to hide his arousal and curiosity. He loved this new Hermione, and he loved even more that he was the only one who got to see her.

She playfully punched his shoulder. "Is that a problem? If it is I'm sure I can find someone else who wouldn't mind being used as a sexual object. Come to think of it, I still have Viktor Krum's contact information."

He loved when she was cheeky with him. "Krum? Ha! I bet he's tiny, probably tries to use his broom to compensate." She turned to him, jaw dropped, laughing at his comment. He used her pause in walking to his advantage, resting her back against the wall of the hallway. Leaning forward he kissed his way tenderly up her neck to her ear, licking the rim gently, loving it when her body shivered in response. "And we all know how deep you like it luv. I'd hate for you not to be satisfied." He whispered into her ear, running his hand down her chest between breasts, stopping at the waste band of her plaid skirt. She could feel her body respond to his words and his touch. She didn't know if should could wait until they reached the library.

He pressed his body even closer to her, guiding his knee to rest between her legs, allowing her to grind down on his leg. "Now why don't you tell me what exactly this 'Fantasy' of yours entails?"

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