She stared almost blindly at the textbook in front of her. All the words and figures on her page blending together into one singular mass of shifting gray.

Hermione closed her eyes slowly, to try to relieve some of the ache that had developed there and then clasped her hands behind her head, stretched and grinned in satisfaction as she heard the creaks there shift themselves out.

She ran her hands roughly through her hair to move it out of her face, though this was not very much because her fingers got stuck after a few inches. Then she let her books fall to the floor, onto the thick carpet in front of the embering fire in the common room and she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and rubbed her eyes as she held her forehead in her palms.

It had been a long night of studying and she was tired.

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He had loved the look on her face after he had mentioned stripping. Normally he would have thought that kind of reaction from a girl to be rather prudish, but the red there, on her cheeks, meant something different. Hermione was innocent it appeared about guys and he found this intriguing.

Draco had naturally assumed that she was used to being teased about that type of stuff considering that her sad, pathetic, friends were both boys. He had even thought that she was probably hiding a nasty streak under all her bookish ways but her face right then had told him otherwise. Hermione was not a tease, or a prude, and it bother Draco that he did not know how to classify her. Not that someone like her could ever be placed under a single heading of Virgin or Slut but it still bothered him but not that he was thinking about the putrid girl in a sexual way he assured himself.

There was no way that he was going to like someone like her. She was so beneath him that it was rude that he even had to share the same school with her let alone classes and responsibilities. He was going to prove that he felt nothing. He did not even think why he felt the need to prove this, as he stalked straight out of his bedroom and into their shared common room.

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"Up late aren't you filth?"

Hermione's head shot up to see Draco leaning against the large mantle of the fireplace with his arms crossed over his pale bare chest.

Inwardly she groaned. "I was studying and if there is any filth here it is clearly you, Malfoy." She stressed the syllables of his name sarcastically.

"Well I just thought that you could use a break, something to relax you."

Hermione regarded him suspiciously as she watched the shadows play over his face. The firelight almost makes him look alive, warm and less like a corpse she thought oddly.

It was then that he moved. She did not know if he had been moving then the entire time but it seemed that way. His eyes locked with hers as he began to move; slowly, softly and seductively. His body was a primal force all at once gentle and yet terrible with strength and form and warmth.

His muscles moved in perfect precision, each melding into the other like waves on the ocean. Hermione became transfixed with his chest and then his lean graceful arms and then as he turned the slope of his spine and the blades of his shoulders.

All at once this warmth turned to heat and all she wanted to do was take him. Bite his shoulder, run her hands down his stomach along the beautiful angles there, taste his neck and jaw, let her fingers flow through his now mussed hair and drag him to her body.

All she wanted to do was to have him in her arms, beneath her hands and be skin to skin with this gorgeous boy child in front of her eyes.

His steel gray eyes caught her and held her, he never took his eyes from her face and there she was lured in with lust. They spoke of hidden sins uncommitted and promised things that she had never even dreamed of.

He began to slide his hands down his chest and she felt it was pure evil that she could not do the same. She could not move. Achingly and dangerously he reached down to the tie on his dark sleep pants. His strong hands made quick work of the knot there. He stuck his thumbs almost casually in the sides of the elastic beside his toned hips, sparkling now with sweat. She locked eyes with him in surprise and there she felt a bit of panic.

"You know you want it, Hermione," the hair stood up on the backs of her arms when he said her name, "Don't deny it."

At the sound of his voice she knew this was true and she spoke his name, "Draco."

He began to repeat her name over and over as his pants pooled at his feet on the carpet.

Then all was black and all she heard was his voice calling her name.

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Draco was surprised when she had said his name but even more so when she reached out to touch him.

The girl had fallen asleep on the couch, her mouth parted and her body sprawled over the common room couch almost invitingly with a textbook still across her chest. He berated himself for finding her attractive and he resolved to wake her up rudely when he had heard her say his name, and then in one slow sleep induced motion sprawled out her fingers to him and moved her other hand to a place that Draco awoke with his most mornings, but no one ever saw him and he was shocked to see the Head girl, Hermione Granger with her hand on her lower, lower, belly.

Draco was sure that she did not want to be found like this, least of all by him so he acted on instinct. He stepped up to her reclining form, carefully avoiding her outstretched hand and shock her. Hard.

Hermione moaned. Oh Great! Draco thought, here he was trying to get her out of an embarrassing situation even though he did not know why he was bothering and she has to moan and cause certain things to happen to his stupid male body. For instance, heart rate increase and a quickness of breathe, and some awakenings of a certain body part that should stay forever sleeping while the mudblood was around. Bloodly hormones! He thought viciously.

His voice cracked, "Hermi...uhhh…HERMIONE!" He went for the direct approach.

In one swift movement Hermione grabbed his bare shoulder and squeezed and woke up with a mouthful of moaning. Eyes wide she looked at the scene before her. Here stood Draco, looking very similar to the one in her dream, right down to the lack of nightshirt, and the only difference was here he had a look of partial terror, worry, and then anger.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, Hermione let go of his shoulder, and raced to her room shutting the door.

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Oh GOD! Was the last thing Hermione thought before falling on her bed into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

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He stumbled back into his room, never noticing the doting imprints of her nails on his bare shoulder from the force of her grip. Well that was interesting he thought with a smirk. Here was the Mudblood all hot and bothered over him! No wait, he mentally smacked his forehead, he did not want her to want him! He did not even want him to want her! Didn't he? This time he actually did smack his forehead. As he climbed into bed he tried very hard not to think about these things. He would deal with it tomorrow, and by then he would have been able to successfully through all this confusion into his most powerful weapon. Hatred and most supremely, Rage.

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The next day Hermione skipped lunch so that she could work more on her special project for Dumbledore and this had nothing to do with the extremely horrific events of the night before. No she was not avoiding the head boy no more then she would ever do so. This was what she kept telling herself as she climbed the steps to her bedroom. The rooms and common room they shared had housed all of the previous Head Boy's and Girl's and Hermione felt very honored to be there also. Compared to her shared room in the other years there were only subtle differences to this one. Besides there only being one bed, it was twice the size of her old one to which Hermione did not complain. She could do her homework quiet comfortably there. It was the same colors, rich greens, and mahogany wood. She had two large arched windows, one pointing east the other west so that from one she could look out over the Forbidden Forrest and the other the lake out front. She would sometime sit in either one watching the sunset and rise, and she felt so quiet and calm there. They were very useful whenever she had to bring herself down from a bad day or encounter with the prat.

She shrugged off her school robes because that day had been rather warm and to practice she needed to get rid of distractions.

Not even Ron or Harry knew what she had been working on, and all Dumbledore had allowed her to tell them was that she was working on something special for the Order and that it was not ready yet. Dumbledore himself had not even seen what she had come up with; he had merely heard her theory at the beginning of the year and was much excited by it.

Hermione had figured out how to do wandless magic. The discovery was part accidental part experimental on her part. Wands had fascinated her ever since she had gotten her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts with it being first thing on her list to buy. She did eventually and reluctantly admitted that wands were rather cumbersome when it came to a real predicament or battle, like the one she had endured throughout her years here. Even extremely clever wizards, sans wands, knew they were on the thinnest ice.

There had been a long history of Wizards and Witches spending the better part of their lives trying to figure out how to solve this problem. Attempts ranged from drinking dragons blood, fresh, to the unavoidable death this caused and some that tried to surgically insert unicorn hairs into their arms and fingers. Not a pretty picture. Some had just ran with the belief that they could do it if they kept trying, and went around all day muttering spells under their breaths and pointing at random things.

Hermione had been trying the later to no avail and after one rather tiring weekend she fell asleep on her desk with her wand by her hand. When she awoke she noticed that one of the twins, she never found out which one, had poured Fillywicks Sticky Sludge all over her notes. Without thinking she casually reached for her wand and said "Scoufiy" and then watched as the mess was cleaned up. She then turned to see that her hand was empty. This awoke her instantly. It was no dream and she had truly done it! It took her three more extremely aggravating weeks to figure out how she had actually done it.

It turns out that her belief that it would happen, even though she did not have a wand in her hand, made it happen. She had reasoned very early on that the ingredients in wands, Veela hair, Dragon heartstrings, Unicorn hair and the feathers of Phynix's were all magical beings. It was only too obvious in her mind that they, Humans, were also magical beings, merely with a vast amount of their potential power untapped. Yes magic, when first developing in young children had a possibility of popping out unexpectedly, but they were all told that they needed wands to do magic so that they repressed this natural ability. If in the battle, and someone from the order had lost their wand, this could be their trump card. A group of captives could easily turn the tables with a few muttered words.

It took a lot of mind power and concentration and many headaches but she finally did it. The more she did it the easier it became and she had decided that it would be a most powerful weapon in the eventual war between good and evil, that even this talent if cultivated and concealed could tip the precarious scales of balance. She had sworn her secrecy and easily evaded Harry, Ron and even Ginny's sporadically asked questions of her disappearances from class. Everyone else thought that it was head business anyway and never mentioned it.

Hermione was in the mood to practice. She had been going through the various charms and such and she was almost done. Having used herself as the test subject she wanted to make sure that there was no spell that she was not able to do. She decided to practice the Syril wind again. This time she started slowly, picking up the various papers that were lying around her room and organizing them into precise piles.

She began to make forms in the curtains, she made them dance and sway with her personal wind and she let it lightly caresse her cheeks. Then she made her bed, lightly swirling the pillows around to fluff them. Hermione was humming and did not notice her open door or the boy standing there until it was too late.

"I see what you mean about that Syril wind Harpy, better not try to use that on me…" Draco looked at her as she turned around. The look on her face was amusing, a mixture of shock and horror, but he could not see why until he noticed her wand sitting idly next to the doorway on her desk.

He gaped at her, the wheels in his head turning. Wandless magic, but that was impossible! No one had ever been able to…

He sneered at her, the perfect revenge roughly in mind, "Just wait till my father hears about this!" He shredded her insides with every single word.

Her world came to welcome black as the pillows and feathers that had been frozen in time around her head, fell quickly, just as she did into the abyss.

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Okay! So here is another chapter! Thank you all so much for the comments! I have like a bunch of author alerts going now ...Comment please even if it is to write something like "Popcorn!" or "kilroy was here!" I am not asking for a super intelligent deconstruction here just some love and a show that someone who is taking the time to read my story will also take the time to tell me so! Give me an account to the readers so that I may show my appreciation by reading your story's! I give long reviews if I like them!

Anyway, to all those who wanted Draco to strip or have Hermione actually through her skirt at him…YOU PERVS! (Sorry but I used my own judgment, it would not be very in character for her to do so…I did not even mean when writing that last chapter to have him over to strip for her…it was just a fantasy thing…for me…)

To Cake101: Your comments made me giggle! Thanks for being nit picky and please explain this beta thing to me! I need someone to be so!

He stripped, and it was not real! Well I am a perv too, so it suits. I was not planning on it though. I do not know how long this story will be...But anyways, Lots of Love to Goddess of Angels…. I hope that's her name. Her story Dilemma is beautiful. I hope you like this chapter! I thought the wandless magic idea was good and it will have to do with "fun" later…much later…but I read another story with it and now it seems a little lame now that I think on it more…Harry could do it, anyone can…well I just made it so they can't! By the way, anyone want to Beta? I try to get Tara to but she has lost her Internet! GASP! (Smiles)

Ps all here to dedicated to Tara, Root beer, Cake101 and the lovely Goddess of Angst!