Here you go, Chapter 14…lol, I haven't been having inspiration lately. So I hope you like this chapter, I've slowly been writing new chapters for all my stories, but it takes a while.

Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter….:(

The next day Hermione was all but skipping through the halls, on her way to the library, on her way to meet Ron and Harry. Passing through the doors, she spotted the two, who seemed to be in a heated whispered debate. Walking over, she said happily, "Hello you guys, what's up?"

The two stopped arguing immediately and Ron said, forcing a smile, "Hey 'Mione…"

Harry glared at Ron, and smiled genuinely at Hermione, and asking, "Hi, and nothing much, I'm just in the process of telling Ron that he's a complete idiot…"

"What else is new?" Hermione asked.

"'Mione," Ron wailed, a hurt look on his face.

"Ron, you know, you're one of my best friends in the world, but you do have quite a lot of dumb moments..." Hermione replied, patting his arm.

"Thanks…" Ron muttered derisively.

Sitting down next to Harry, Hermione pulled out her half completed Potions essay. Causing both boys to look over at her eagerly, rolling her eyes, she said, "You guys are not getting me to write your essays, you're never going to learn anything if I do it for you."

"But 'Mione, you know Harry and I are horrible at potions…" Ron whined.

"Yea Hermione, we are perfectly dreadful…"

"Regardless, I'm not helping you! Consider it your punishment for your behavior when I told you about Draco, Ron," Hermione said, furiously scribbling.

"Stop calling him that!" Ron shouted, causing Madam Pince to glare at him.

"But Hermione, I didn't act like that…" Harry said with a whipped puppy dog look on his face.

"I know Harry, and I love you for it but," Hermione replied, giving the black haired boy a smile, "it wouldn't be fair to only help you, so this time you both are on your own."

"Thanks Ron," Harry replied grumpily, before getting up, "Well bye Hermione, I'll see you later. This git and I have Quidditch practice…"

"Yea, bye 'Mione, wait hey!" Ron cried, the insult finally sinking in.

Chuckling to herself as she listened to her friends bicker on their way out, Hermione continued to write her essay. Ten minutes later, she was so absorbed in writing the different properties of the Draught of Living Death that she didn't hear anyone come up behind her. She was on her last paragraph when a voice behind her caused her to turn around.

"There you are, my love," Draco said smoothly.

When she turned, she found Draco standing there with a beautiful blood red rose, smiling, she said, "Hi there…"

"This is for you," Draco said, bending down and lightly kissing her.

Reaching out for the flower, Hermione gasped when her finger got pricked with a thorn, "Ow, stupid thorns!"

Draco grabbed her hands, and gently put her injured finger into his mouth, causing Hermione to shiver. She pulled her hand back, embarrassed, and Draco let her.

"See, it's all better now," Draco said, smiling down at her.

Hermione, blushing bright red, whispered, "Thank you…"

Plopping down in the seat next to her, he asked, "So what are you doing? How many extra feet have you written?"

"Why'd you ask what I've doing, if you already know? And I think its 3 or 4…" Hermione replied.

"This is why I love you…" Draco said winking, before giving Hermione a pleading look, "I haven't started mine yet…"

Secretly smiling at Draco's blatant but unasked question, Hermione clucked, "Shame on you…and no I'm not going to help you. I swear you're as bad as Harry and Ron."

"But…" Draco pouted, "You wouldn't want your boyfriend to fail, would you? I mean, do you really want that on your conscience…"

Sighing, she looked at him, "You're not going to stop until I agree, huh?"

Grinning impishly, Draco replied, "Exactly the plan, my dear…"

"Fine, I'll help you…"

A week later, Hermione was lounging in their common room when Draco strolled in. Walking over to Hermione, he waved a paper in her face, "I have to thank you, because this is the best grade I've gotten this year…"

Grabbing the paper, Hermione scanned the top, focusing in on the grade, "How did you get a higher grade than I did?"

"I'm just that amazing…" Draco replied arrogantly.

"Belt it, I wrote it, you didn't bloody well do anything!" Hermione shouted.

"Tsk tsk, Hermione I should wash your mouth out…" Draco drawled.

"Oh, shush, you know, this just shows that Snape favors you," Hermione said, unkindly

"That's ridiculous…" Draco sniffed, "He does not favor me, more than likely he knew you wrote it, and graded mine higher to get to you. He's a slimy arse, you know…"

"That does sound like something he would do, and I always have wondered if he knew that I wrote Harry's and Ron's essays before…" Hermione replied, laying her head back tiredly.

"Well, of course he knew you'd written them, Potter and Weasel aren't exactly the brightest wands in the bunch, you know…" Draco said, smiling at Hermione's small glare.

"I have to agree, even if they are my best friends, they aren't good at Potions at all. Sorry about getting irritated at you…" she apologized.

"Apology accepted…" he said, smirking at her and holding out a hand.

Accepting his hand, she let him pull her up and into his arms. Smiling down at her, Draco lowered his head and kissed her sweetly. After he pulled away, Hermione laid her head on his shoulder and said, "I love when you do that."

"So do I," Draco replied and then said, "Sleep with me…"

"What!"

"Not like that," Draco responded, smirking, "Gosh, I didn't know you had such a gutter mind."

Blushing, Hermione said, "You can't blame me to thinking that, especially after how you've kissed me before. But I think it would be nice, but don't you dare try anything, I have a few hexes I've been practicing and more practice wouldn't hurt…"

Grinning, he said, "Aw, you're no fun…but I promise…"

Hermione blushed furiously, as Draco took her hand and led Hermione to his bedroom. Handing her a shirt of his, he left to go to the bathroom to change, leaving Hermione to change into the shirt in the privacy of his room. A few minutes later Draco returned and started to question his promise to Hermione, she looked so good in his shirt. Shaking off his thoughts, he helped Hermione into his bed, blew out the candles and proceeded to join her. As they lay in the dark, Draco whispered, "You know, I might have to give you that shirt…"

Hermione cocked her head at him, "Why…?"

"Because it looks a hell of a lot better on you than it ever did on me," Draco replied, chuckling when Hermione hid her face in his chest.

"I like wearing your shirt…it smells like you," Hermione said, sounding muffled as she spoke against his chest.

Hugging her tight, Draco responded, "Well you don't need a ratty old shirt, you have me now…but I guess you can still keep the shirt."

Hermione sighed blissfully, as she snuggled closer and closed her eyes. Draco looked at her sleeping face as his smile faded from his face. His father had been pushing him about his mission lately, and he wanted an update. In all the happiness of Hermione agreeing to go out with him, he'd forgotten all about it…his father would not be pleased, nor would Voldemort. Frowning, Draco forcefully pushed all thoughts of the mission away and concentrated on the feeling of Hermione in his arms. He'd think about the mission tomorrow.

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