Warning! This chapter rated M! If you want to avoid the M rating on this fanfiction, skipping to the next chapter should be ok for you.

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Chapter 13

The two of them were shaking violently when the entered the small room. Yes, small room. There was a small fireplace and a table. Off to one side there was an open doorway to a bedroom. No bathroom. No one would suspect a Malfoy would own something so…normal. Perfect camping spot. But would they be safe here?

As if in answer, Draco said "She won't know about this place, and she won't particularly care that I left. I do that a lot when dear aunty Bella visits."

"Thank god. You don't like her."

Draco looked at her incredulously as he lit the fire with his wand. "No, who would? She's loonier than, well, Lovegood."

Hermione laughed a bit, and almost bit her tongue from the shaking. She fought to stop. "That's not funny. Luna's nice." She forced a frown.

"Yeah, well, that's certainly not something you'd say about Aunt Bella." He sat down in front of the fire. There was a thick rug, and it looked pretty clean.

Hermione followed, kneeling down and warming her hands. "She's one person I would venture to call real evil."

"Well, yeah. Plus I'm pretty sure she's boinking the Dark Lord." He said matter-of-factly.

Hermione almost fell over into the fire, laughing hard enough that no sound came out. "What?!"

Draco barked a little laugh, and looked from the fire to Hermione. "The funny thing is that I'm not even making that up."

Hermione laughed as she continued to shiver. "So…why such a small place?"

Draco smiled. "It's ours by….technicality."

"Technicality?"

"Some muggles used this for a campground to do something dreadful sounding like "Snow Fishing" or whatever. My parents are the only other's who know this is here; we don't really like to tell people we own this dump. It happened to be on the land we bought."

"What happened to the muggles?" Hermione asked carefully.

Draco snorted. "The realtors took care of it. It was their fault. I didn't even ask."

Hermione sighed, relieved.

"What'd you think we did, eat them?" Draco asked, amused.

"Well, death eaters don't exactly have a kind reputation when it comes to muggles…" Hermione started, snuggling close to Draco. "…or halfbloods…" She looked up at him. "…or me."

Draco just looked at her. "Well, I'm a piss-poor death eater then, huh?" He said jokingly.

"Yes, you are." Hermione said, smiling and laying her head against his shoulder. "And that is a compliment of the highest order."

She felt him stiffen next to her. Looking up, she saw his face drawn as neutral as possible, looking into the fire. Still avoiding her eyes, he asked, "I feel like I need to know. Right now, what do you think of me?"

She was taken aback by the question. She had wondered about what he thought of her, seen as how his basic ideologies condemned those like her, but what did she think of him? She knew what she used to think, but now?

"Well, you've saved my life twice now…"

Without looking at her he held up three fingers.

"…ok, three times, I guess." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "I mean, we've already established that I like you…"

"Yes, but in what way?" He whispered, leaning into her now. He saw her shivering, and opened his emerald cloak and wrapped it around her as well, his arm around her shoulder. She shivered a very different kind of shiver. He continued, "Just because of this? Because of your lunch sandwich analogy?"

It took her a minute to remember what he was talking about. Damn, he really did remember the most obscure details.

"No," she started, hesitatingly. "I don't think it's just that we're attracted to each other….physically. I like the way you are around me, when the whole war isn't pressing around us. I like when you make me laugh, even though many of the times it's rude. And I think ultimately it makes me hopeful that you seem to like me, even though you're supposed to hate me. It makes me think that maybe inside your not as bad as the way you were brought up to be."

"Well, I suppose by your definition of "bad…"

"Even though you don't think of your ideals as necessarily evil, you recognize the main flaw in them. You know what's going on now is evil, no question about it. I know you wouldn't really hurt anyone on your own…not seriously…"

"You have no idea what I've done."

She paused, looking up at him again. He was determinedly looking into the flames. She knew from Harry's visions (which he shouldn't be having!) that Draco hadn't been exactly having a great time in the death eaters. It seemed he had been forced to do many things he didn't want to. It made Hermione wonder how many others were just going along with Voldy because they were scared. Did it really matter? Evil was evil, wasn't it? But she didn't think that about Draco.

And he was looking so straight-faced, his lips in a tight line. He looked like someone trying very hard not to show their true feelings. It made her heart ache.

She sat up higher and kissed him softly.

He responded to her kiss, and slowly shut his eyes. His hand with the cloak was still wrapped around her shoulders, and he tightened his grip slightly. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her tight up against him.

She found herself draped around him, straddling him, her arms in his hair, her legs on either side of his. His tongue moved with hers, each fighting for space.

She loved the feel of her fingers in his hair, even if it was stiff. He still smelled so good…

Without realize what she was doing, her hand moved from behind him to the front, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

She ran her hand over his smooth pale skin as she slid the shirt back. Draco reached up and undid the clasp to the cloak, and it spilled to the floor in a puddle.

As Hermione succeeded in pulling off Draco's shirt, he let out a small growl-like noise and flipped them onto the floor, himself positioned over her.

They kissed until they were left gasping for air. Draco moved to gently kiss along her jawline while at the same time undoing the buttons on her shirt. Hermione gasped when he gently sucked on the soft spot just below where her jaw meets her ear.

His hands where fumbling, and he finally got frustrated and just pulled the shirt open, several buttons rolling on the floor.

Once the offending shirt was gone, he went back to being slow and gentle. He worked his way down her neck, kissing and sucking softly. His hand moved slowly from her soft stomach and up to her breasts. He slid his fingers under the wire of her plain white bra. Hermione let out a small sound.

Suddenly she sat up, making Draco move off her a bit.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

She reached behind her and undid the clasp of the annoying bra, then reached forward and placed her hand on either side of Draco's face.

"Nothing…" she said, pulling a surprised Draco back down on top of her.

He got over his surprise quickly, and grinned wickedly. He trailed his fingers lightly over her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her pale pink nipples gently. She took a sharp breath.

His lips covered hers again at once. She felt like she was melting. He was pressed against her lower half, and she could feel him hard. She made a movement with her hips, pushing against him, and it felt so good…she wanted to be with him, this time. She didn't want to think, just to act. It all felt so right, the way he was fighting to control himself and continue his gentle attentions to her.

She met his eyes and saw the raw need in them. She knew he saw nearly the same thing in her's. Perhaps there was a little fear left in her, but she defiantly didn't want him to stop.

His hands floated down over her stomach, down to the top button of the slacks. Draco raised himself up on his knees so he could undo it, and removed the last of Hermione's clothing.

But his pants, which Hermione was surprised to find herself so annoyed at, were still on when he returned to kissing her.

He broke the kiss to move his hands down her again, moving softly from her face, brushing against her breasts, and down over her stomach. This time the pants were not an obstacle.

His pale slender fingers brushed her softly, and she let out a small moan.

"Draco…" She said, watching him. He smiled slightly as his finger brushed at her core again and she shuddered. He slowly slid his fingers up and pushed two into her.

"Oh!" she cried, shuddering again. Her hips moved slightly by their own accord, wanting more…deeper…

Hermione sat up, pulling at Draco's belt. He more than got the message and helped her in removing the last of his things.

She wrapped her arms around him, loving the feel of his warm body against her, on top of her. He placed his elbows on either side of her head to keep some of his weight off of her.

She felt her heart flutter around like a caged bird. She was nervous. This was her first time. And she was certain this wasn't his. What if it hurt? What if she was terrible at it?

Her head spun as she let herself overthink everything, and her face flushed red. She shut her eye's, willing herself to calm down. It wasn't such a big deal, right? Draco would take care of her; he wouldn't laugh if she didn't know what she was doing, either. She hoped.

She felt a slight pressure as Draco kissed her eyelids gently.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his breathing fast.

She opened her eyes.

"I'm…yes, I'm fine…" She knew her face was bright red, and she fought to just stop thinking so damn much. "I'm just…kind of nervous, that's all."

Draco gave her a questioning look. Then he looked as if something had dawned on him. "That's right. I forgot. Of course you would be nervous." He said, leaning down and kissing her softly. "Don't worry, please…I'll be careful. Or… if you want to stop, you can tell…"

"No!" she said abruptly. "No…I don't want you to stop…please…"

He smiled, bringing his mouth down to her ear. "Then stop being so worried and trust me."

She nodded, feeling slightly stupid for having interrupted the moment with the annoying buzzing of her nervous brain. There was nothing to be worried about; she trusted Draco. Otherwise, she wouldn't be doing this.

He grabbed his wand, doing a pretty simple spell that all teenage witches and wizards seem to know. Safety first, after all. Charms work about as well and for the same things as certain muggle instruments used in these kinds of situations.

She felt him hard in between her legs, pushing at her. He guided himself to her opening and slid forward ever so slowly. Her breath caught as she felt him enter her.

He paused, his breath ragged. He pressed his face against hers and whispered, "This might hurt a bit. Sorry."

She nodded. She just wanted this part over with quickly.

He thrust forward fast, burying himself in her, and fought to hold still. He let out a groan as she let out a pained squeak. It wasn't really that bad, the pain. Just a slightly stinging pressure that faded soon. What it faded into was worth it, anyways.

She moved her hips against his to let him know she wanted him to continue.

He moved, beginning to set a slow rhythm. She moved her hips to meet his, gasping and moaning as she felt a pressure building in her.

So, she was loud in bed? Who cares- in a cabin miles from anyone else.

The rhythm sped up, and Hermione found she couldn't keep up anymore…Draco was moving fast and hard, his breathing loud and his eyes on her. She could tell he liked how vocal she was. As their lovemaking became more frantic, pounding, she felt like she was floating as a burst of stars flew over her eyes and she yelled out.

"Damn." Draco said, and Hermione felt him give a couple more fast thrusts, and then push into her as hard as he could, gasping and coming to his own end.