Wow, beware, A it is long, B it is all about Hermione and Draco, C it includes some sexual content and dialog, and D there is reference to the big G, sorry, enjoy!

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The rest of the school would be returning in two days time. Two more days, that was all she had left before Draco and herself had to return to hiding away.

Luna no knew about their relationship, having walked in on them in the middle of… a very personal moment. She had walked into the common room to find Hermione and Malfoy snogging like there was no tomorrow, which for them there technically wasn't.

The interesting thing was that she just smiled at them then walked up to her dormitory. Draco had left immediately and Hermione had gone up to talk to Luna.

Luna had promised not to tell anyone about their relationship. Still, Hermione already felt bad for keeping it a secret from Ron, and he wasn't even back yet. She knew she would tell Ginny, as soon as she could, and Harry would pick it up in no time, but Ron wasn't as quick in these matters. In fact he could be downright dense sometimes.

So should she tell him or not? This was the question that she was pondering as she made her way down to the lake. Draco had told her that he had a surprise for her and she had to meet him on the edge of the lake at quarter to nine.

When she got there he was nowhere around. She stood there shivering from the cold January air wondering what had kept him.

It wasn't long before she found out why she couldn't see him. He was flying above her head on his broomstick! She just looked up at him and stared.

He landed on the ground next to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to him for a quick kiss them leaned back and told her to get on.

"What? You want me to get on that thing? You do realize that is a small piece of wood and that it will break from the sheer weight of both of us on it don't you."

"If you'd prefer we could go back to my room and I could show you another piece of-"

"No thank on that account either! I am not getting on that thing."

"It's perfectly safe."

"It will break."

"No it won't, I know this for a fact."

"Oh, so you do this with girls often do you?" she asked her voice taunting.

"No, don't think you can unnerve me that easily little missy. Have you seen Crabbe and Goyle? They ride these things all the time, and you, Hermione are much, much lighter than they are."

"Oh, so you are now trying to get me on that deathtrap by sweet talking me?"

"I would never coax you to your death with honeyed words, I swear. It is perfectly safe, trust me."

Those were the words she couldn't refuse, though she still wasn't completely sure why, she did trust him, maybe more than she should. With a grimace she climbed onto the broom in front of Draco and closed her eyes.

When he kicked of the ground she sucked in a big gulp of air and didn't let it out. He laughed behind her, which threw her off balance and she felt like she was about to fall. She let out a soft yelp and opened her eyes, just as she released the broom and started to slip sideways. He caught her with speed and ease, he simply put his arm around her waist and anchored her to him.

"Do you see what I mean? This thing is trying to kill me!"

"Well, honey, you have to admit the probability of your falling off of a broom goes up when you stop holding on."

"Oh, so now that was my fault, you laughed and nearly threw me from this thing!"

"No sweetheart, you had your eyes closed and you imagined that you slipped."

"That last time I didn't imagine it!"

"No, but I caught you. I would never let you fall, it would be too much of a hassle to explain."

"Oh, I feel so loved! You won't protect me cause you like me, just cause you don't want Dumbledore's wrath."

"Ok, mental note, do not joke around with Hermione when she is nervous for her life."

"That's a good rule to live by for anyone."

"Not me, I will make joke to the very end. Now come on, just look around you. You have to admit, this is pretty cool, how many guys would literally fly you to the moon?"

"Hmm…" she paused pretending to think just to urk him. "Well, there was Viktor, you know as in Krum, the world famous seeker."

"I thought we decided you would never utter that dandy's name in my presence."

"Oh, trust me he wasn't a dandy. Far from it in fact." Then just to get on his nerves, "He may have even been a better kisser than you."

Draco made a disbelieving sound behind her. She smiled to herself, thinking that she had won. Then she noticed they were descending, at a very rapid pace. They soared towards a group of trees, where Draco landed.

He glided the broom easily through the canopy of green and landed them on the soft forest floor. He climbed off the broom and pulled her with him.

"So, you want to play that game huh?"

She squealed as she backed away from his advance. "Maybe."

"Do you really still think he was a better kisser?"

"Maybe"

She backed right into a tree. He didn't stop though, he kept right on coming, until her chest was pressed right up against his and she had to tilt her head back to see his face properly.

"Are you certain he was a better kisser?"

She could do nothing but stare at him as his lips moved towards hers. She felt the sudden urge to press against him, but she was already practically plastered to him. When he was a breath away from her he stopped and whispered into her mouth.

"Because I really doubt he could make you feel like this."

Her she sighed and as soon as her mouth was open he swooped. He pressed his mouth to hers in complete possession. His tongue rubbed her lips until she moaned from the need for more, and he willing gave it to her.

She clung to his shoulders as his tongue invaded her mouth. He was right, Viktor had tried to kiss her like this, but she hadn't liked it. In fact she had been somewhat sickened by the thought of someone else's tongue, their saliva, inside her mouth. And she had always ended up, somehow, drooling all over herself, because it had just gone on and on with out a break. But this, with Draco, it was different, he was a better kisser.

Her thoughts were jumbling but she held on to that fact, this boy could definitely kiss. The things he made her feel, they were so new to her, she had never experienced anything like them. Like right now, she was wedged between an incredibly rough tree trunk and an incredibly hard, in more ways than one, boy. She should be very uncomfortable, but she wasn't. She felt something cold against her stomach.

How had he untucked her shirt without her knowing it? His hand was moving upwards and she knew that she should stop him, pull away, but instead she found herself arching into his touch. She wanted his hands on her.

He knew he should stop. But his hand had somehow, without his full comprehension, ended up under her shirt. The minute he felt her soft skin on his palm he forgot what he had been thinking. God she felt good, he moved his hand up; he needed to feel her. When his hand found her cloth covered breast she moaned low in her throat and rubbed herself against him. His knees almost buckled.

She loved the feeling of his hand through her bra, but she wanted more, she wanted to feel him on her skin, she arched into his palm, sending him a silent message of what she wanted. He took the hint. As soon as he had moved the fabric aside and his cool hand came in contact with her sensitive skin she whimpered into his mouth.

He laughed at her reaction and pulled his head away to trail kissed down her jaw, to her neck, and then finally he let his mouth replace his hand. He licked her breast in slow circles until she made a sound of impatience, then he took her nipple into his mouth. She let out a sound that made his erection throb. He wanted her to touch him, he wanted to touch her, and he wanted to be inside her. His thoughts were talking a turn in the wrong direction, he had only meant to show her he was superior to that no account jackass who was her ex-boyfriend. Now he was debating where the best place would be to lay her down and have his way with her. He had to stop this, now, before things got more out of hand than they already were.

When he pulled back from her Hermione felt cold and alone. Her shirt was still up around her chest and her left breast was still exposed, but she couldn't even stop leaning against the tree, let alone right her clothing.

"For God's sake Hermione, cover yourself up before I come back over there and finish what we just started."

She heard his words but still was in such a daze she couldn't move. So her took matters into his own hands. He marched over to her and pulled her bra back over her breast and then pulled her shirt down. His hand caressed the side of her breast as he righted her shirt, and a jolt of pure desire went through her. She snapped right out of her stupor and realized exactly what they had just done and what she had wanted to do next.

"I think we should go back now." Draco said though his voice sounded harsh.

"What's wrong Draco, is something the matter?"

"If you really need to ask then I suppose I was right and Krum really was a dandy, cause he sure as hell didn't react to you this way."

"Oh, umm.."

"Don't worry, your virtue is safe, I just need to get you home before I forget that I have morals. And stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to come over here and pounce on me, it isn't helping things one bit."

"Well, excuse me, I had no idea that I was looking at you in a strange way, so you can stop jumping down my throat just because you need to take a cold shower."

He moved to stand right in front of her "Sweetie, I'm not he only one who needs to take a cold shower, I didn't imagine those sexy little noises you were making a minute ago. You wanted me just as much as I want you." With that he kissed her again.

It didn't last long however. He walked over to his broom and climbed on. "Come on, get on."

Hermione walked over and threw her leg over the broom in front of him. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him, then kicked off from the ground. He flew them back to the castle and landed on the top of the astronomy tower. They walked in silence back to the portrait hole.

The fat lady was asleep in her frame so Hermione was careful not to wake her when she turned to talk to Malfoy.

"Draco, I-"

"Don't. Don't say anything, because I know you and whatever it is will probably make me take you through that portrait hole and do everything to you that I have been dreaming about since fourth year. So just, don't alright. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her gently on the lips and walked away.

She watched him go, and for some reason she felt sad. She actually wanted him to stay! That thought jarred her more than anything else had tonight, but even worse than that was the reason. "I'm falling in love with him."

How could that be, she had only just started dating him. She had spent more time hating him than liking him at thins point, how could she already be in love with him. But the truth was right there in front of her eyes, she was in love with Draco Malfoy. How and when could this have happened. She stood there staring after him for a few more minutes before she turned and woke up the fat lady who mumbled something about Sir Cadogan I do declare before she swung forward to let Hermione into the common room. She went up to her dormitory and laid down on her bed. But try as she might, she didn't get much sleep that night as she thought about Draco and how she felt about him.

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Ok, so there you have it, the next chapter! Yay! I finally did it! I know that it isn't that great and I am sorry for that, but it is 3 in the morning and I think it is pretty good, considering I didn't mean to write a love scene and wasn't really in the mood to be doing so. Anyway. As I look back on my writing I see how I've evolved and I find myself wishing I could go back and fix some of the things I have already written. If I am not mistaken I began this in my freshmen year of high school, though I could be nuts there, no, I think it was the middle of my sophomore year.. yeah, that would have been 10 of 03, and now look, it is my freshmen year of college and I am still going on the first story, though I have a renewed fire beneath my ass and I do believe that I will be writing more, though that is what I have said over and over again. But I will try, and I have this bright and shiny new chapter to show for the molding fires of Rivendell.. I don't even know where that came from. Ok, I am stopping now, but look.. a new chapter!