A.N.; Sorry about the last chapter guys, I know, it's length really was pathetic. A huge thank you to Grovek26 for your continuing reviews. I loved writing this chapter, especially the end, you'll see why soon enough. And even though I know a lot of people don't like Ginny, personally I love her. Anyways moving on, I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep reviewing guys!

Disclaimer; I, in no way, shape or form, own Harry Potter.J. K. Rowling is god when it comes to this and if I did own it why would I be writing this.

Chapter 5

When Hermione awoke the next morning she groaned. He dreams had been wonderful and inviting and reality was most definitely not. She got out of bed sleepily and went over to her full length mirror to examine herself. Her hair was wild and in need of a good brush, her face was fresh and a little flushed. Overall she though she looked presentable but that was until she eyed a giant purple mark at the base of her neck meeting her collarbone. She could even make out teeth marks in amongst the bruising. In Merlin's name when did that happen...

Hermione showered and dressed then headed down into the kitchenette for a quick breakfast when she saw a shirtless Draco already eating. His back was to her and she could clearly see the marks she'd left on him last night. His muscles rippling every time he moved.

"Thought you'd already left, Granger." His voice pierced her thoughts.

"I woke up a little late this morning is all." She walked into the kitchen to grab some fruit that she could eat on the way to class and when she turned she saw the huge hickey that was left at the base of Draco's jaw. Her mouth dropped so low she could have sworn it hit the floor.

"Impressed with your handy work, are you?" He mused.

"Not even in the slightest. You might want to cover that up..."

"Oh I wouldn't dare do such a thing." His smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes roamed her body. Hermione huffed and spun on her heal and left.

A week had passed and Hermione had done everything in her power to avoid Draco. Her nerves and concentration were fried and she needed and outlet, she needed Ginny. She sent Ginny an owl early that morning, asking her if she would please meet her for some well needed 'girl talk' as Ginny called it. Ginny arrived just after lunch and Hermione was thankful that Malfoy was out on the Quidditch fields practising since the game had been cancelled that weekend. They sat in front of the fire together, enjoying its warmth.

"Alright 'Mione, spit it out." She was blunt with her words but she knew just how to handle Hermione when things needed to be said.

"Well... I... And we sort of..." Hermione was blushing so much that Ginny was taken aback.

"For Merlin's sake woman. Just tell me what's going on and use whole sentences." Hermione sighed and began to tell her friend of the events that had unfolded the previous weekend.

"So you're saying that you and THE Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Prince and known Sex God, hooked up, quite passionately from what you've told me, and you ran away?" Ginny was absolutely gobsmacked. Ginny had known her friend had longed for this boy and here she was, turning away from what could have been a night full of steamy hot sex that would have lasted for hours, knowing Draco's reputation.

"So what happened? Why did you stop? He didn't try to force you did he?" Ginny's voice was becoming slightly panicked.

"No Ginny! Everything was great until he... until he moaned my name."Hermione's voice dropped and she looked shyly at her friend.

"That generally happens, Love." Ginny was confused and she knew Hermione could see it in her eyes so she motioned for Hermione to once again explain.

"Well you know, he normally calls me Granger or Mudblood... It was quite shocking to hear something so... well HOT come out of his mouth." Hermione was back to blushing. "But it was best that I cut it off. I mean... ARGH I don't know what I mean. What happened just shouldn't of."

"'Mione, listen to yourself. You need to sort it out with him. Maybe try talking to him about, whatever it was, and sort your shit out." Ginny's voice sounded final and Hermione knew she should have just kept her mouth shut but she just couldn't stop it in time.

"I'm quite sure that, Mr Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Prince, regrets that night." Hermione's voice was wavering slightly and Ginny just held her hand.

"What could I, Slytherin's Prince, possibly be regretting?" His voice came to as a shock to both the girls and they spun around in their seats to eye the owner of the voice leaning against the wall in his Quidditch uniform. And boy he looked good, Hermione's heart began to race and she had to overt her eyes.

"Oh nothing Malfoy. You know you really should announce yourself before entering a room." Ginny spoke to him in a casual voice, standing to leave she squeezed Hermione's hand and left. Hermione watched her friend disappear through the portrait hole and then stood up to return to her room.

Draco was exhausted after training and stepping through the portrait hole he could hear voices.

"I'm quite sure that, Mr Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Prince, regrets that night." He could hear the sadness in her voice. And he couldn't help himself, he just had to interrupt the conversation.

"What could I, Slytherin's Prince, possibly be regretting?" His voice was low and smooth and he could see the surprise on the girls faces when he spoke. He noticed the reddish tint that was now consuming Hermione's cheeks. He loved that he could bring out these emotions in her, something he didn't get to see very often.

"Oh nothing Malfoy. You know you really should announce yourself before entering a room." The Weaselette stood to leave and soon enough, they were alone. His eyes returned to her and he watched her stand. She was dressed in Muggle clothing, seeing as it was a weekend. She wore a green and white plaid blouse and short dark denim pants that allowed anyone who looked a gracious view of her tan slender legs. Her hair was up in a messy pony tail with ringlets framing her face and she appeared to be quite delicious. Draco's mouth began to water when he thought of the things he could do to her, when his thoughts were interrupted by movement in the room. As she went to pass him by, he'd snaked her around the waist with one arm and leant into her as to whisper in her ear.

"I regret nothing, Hermione." He could feel the goose bumps spread across her flesh and he nipped at her lobe. He then released her and strutted off to his room, with a smirk from ear to ear, this time leaving her behind.