Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. The title names are also not unique and brought from the challenge itself.

This Makes Life Worthing Re-thinking
By Mynthia Fae

Chapter title: They Don't Know My Name, But They Know My Type
Character/Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 698
Prompt: #112 They Don't Know My Name, But They Know My Type (I didn't think this quote fit in the story, but is a wonderful title)
"Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring him home; they marry the good guy."
Summary: A conversation about coming out in the open. Written in conjunction with the X-Men Quotes challenge.

Hermione rolled over, sweat glistening off of her body, her heart beating out of control. "That was…" she trailed off looking for a word to describe what had just happened.

"The overly articulate Mudblood is left speechless in the wake of the Prince of Slytherin?" Malfoy chuckled. "Oh, sorry! Muggle born. You said if I ever used that other term again I wouldn't get any for a week."

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. "Longer than that, you arrogant bouncing ferret."

The blond winced at the term. "You know I am sensitive about that."

"Oh, yes," she mocked. "I know you still have nightmares about being the big bad, oh and scary, Death Eater being turned into a remotely harmless, and utterly adorable snow white ferret."

"I could have done some serious damage with those claws!"

"I'm sure you could have."

They lolled into a silence, both staring up at the ceiling. Hermione never would have believed, even a mere six months ago that she would be where she was right then. Snuck in a window of Malfoy Manor, in bed with the boy who had been her enemy throughout their magical education.

"Draco, aren't we getting a little old to be sneaking around like children?"

"Nope."

"But, late night visits and the fact I have to climb through the window?"

He grinned.

"What?"

"Gives me a nice view of that arse of yours." He rolled to face her, his normally gray eyes a vibrant blue. "Besides, Bella never seems to mind when Edward visits her that way."

"He's a freaking vampire and can jump into her window from the ground! I actually have to fly. On a broom!" she shrieked and got a hand clamped over her mouth.

"I don't think you want my father in here. Now keep it down." Malfoy released her.

"Still can't believe you read that book. Come on, romantic vampires? Doesn't seem to be your choice of reading."

He rolled his eyes. "Trust me, it's not. I was just curious what you were reading."

Hermione got a wicked look in her eyes. "And the other three?"

"Well, I had to see how it ended. Kinda hoped the werewolf would rip him apart."

"Draco!" She hissed. They both giggled.

Draco pulled her close and smelled her hair, nipping and biting on her neck. Hermione pushed him back.

"Seriously. I want something."

"So do I." He looked positively wicked when he looked at her like that. Irresistible even. But Hermione pushed him back again. "What?"

"I don't want to have to keep this from anyone anymore. I am tired of the secrecy."

"Hermione," he growled softly.

"I am serious, Draco."

"I can see this going well." He rose he tone of his voice, mocking Hermione, "Mum, Dad? You know the people wreaking havoc on the wizarding world that I have told you about? Yeah, the ones I disappeared last year to help Harry find a way to defeat? Well, I have been having wild and crazy sex with the best looking one I could capture-"

"Draco!" Hermione gasped and turned a bright shade of red, which Draco found quite amusing.

"Honestly, 'Mione. Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring him home; they marry the good guy. Everyone expected you to marry Weasleby, or even boy wonder."

"Well, they can't really complain seeing as how we already did." Hermione played with the ring, much more elegant than she had originally wanted. Malfoy had not relent the need that Malfoy's would only wear the best. "Might I add, that is another annoyance of having to sneak through the bedroom window like a horny teenager."

"If I might point out, we are horny teenagers."

She smacked him with a pillow. "Smart ass," she giggled before whacking him with the pillow again.

"Better a smart ass, than a dumb ass." He grinned and twisted around to look at his rump. "And this one is perfection!"

A/N: I am not addicted to Dramione! ~Shifty Eyes~ I'M NOT! Ok, maybe I am.