A/N: Alright my lovely followers, I offer you this chapter as my gift. Sorry I've taken so long to update, I'm having some writer's block issues. Here's a little taste of what's to come. Yes, I know that's what you've secretly been pining for, to finally get to the M part of this fic hehehe.

Without further ado, Hermione's day of unthinking fun! Happy reading!

Chapter 15 – Spontaneous!

"So, when I asked you this, tell me the first thing that comes to your mind." Draco told her, in a tone that led her to believe this was not optional.

"Ok"

"What do you want to do?"

"Truth or Dare" she replied quickly, shocking even herself.

"And what is the punishment if one backs out of a truth or dare?" Inquired Draco, looking amused at her choice.

"The other person gets to decide." She smiled evilly.

"Alright then 'Mione, I'll allow you to go first." He bowed graciously, gesturing for them to make their way to the living room. They had sat down on the couch, Draco sprawled out, and Hermione sitting cross-legged and sideways, looking at him.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Dare"

"I dare you to mess your hair up." She grinned at her ingenuity, and at the horrified look on Draco's face.

"Mess... Mess my hair up?" Draco narrowed her eyes at her. "Well, when you wonder how an innocent game of Truth or Dare turned into a malicious battle, you need look no further than a mirror."

"It was never going to be innocent, Draco." Hermione laughed. "Now, if you don't mess your hair up, I will."

"You'll regret this, Granger" he growled. He began mussing up his hair, until it was a complete mess. Hermione started giggling.

"You won't be giggling after I'm done with you." Draco threatened, though his voice was not menacing. "Your turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." She was not quite bold enough to pick dare after Draco's words.

"If you knew this game wasn't going to be innocent, why did you pick it?"

"I'm not supposed to think, remember?"

"Bullocks. You're using this as an excuse to something. I know you, you've planned this day out, but I'm onto you, Hermione Granger." Hermione laughed at his words.

"I think you're paranoid, Draco."

"We'll see. Do your worst."

"You sure you want to see my worst?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I can handle anything you've got 'Mione." He whispered, with a hint of that husky element that made her go crazy.

"Alright, you asked for it. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Is that what you call your worst?"

"No, but I want to know, so answer the question."

"Which time?"

"First time."

"Because I wanted to I guess." He stated simply. "I haven't really put too much thought into it. It just happened really. I didn't know I even wanted to kiss you until I was kissing you. Just, something about seeing you with Ron, mixed with the heat of that argument..." he trailed off. She figured he was probably remembering the words she had said right before he had kissed her.

"I didn't mean it, you know." She whispered softly to him.

"I know" he smiled sweetly at her. "My turn, Truth or Dare?" She realized he was changing the subject, and was grateful for it.

"Dare" she stated boldly.

"Alright, when we go back to school, you must refer to me, and insist everyone else refer to me as his Greatness, for a week." He told her smugly.

"A week?" she exclaimed.

"Problem?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, as if he was daring her to challenge him.

"And if there was?" she challenged him, something she would not have normally done in this situation, but, as per instructed, she was trying her very best not to think.

"Well, I guess I would get to punish you, wouldn't I?" The way he said that sent a chill through Hermione's whole body. But it was not with a feeling of fear, it was a feeling of anticipation. Before she could talk herself into doing the sensible thing, she leaned closer to him.

"And what would my punishment be?" She whispered, staring at him hungrily.

"I can't tell you until you agree to the known dare or the unknown punishment. It isn't fun without risk." She noticed that he was looking at her with lust filled eyes. She leaned closer to him, testing how he reacted to their close proximity. She noticed that his breathing was becoming very unsteady, his eyes only focused on her lips. He said he wasn't going to tell her, but his actions had betrayed him. Whatever he had thought of before, she was sure had vanished.

"I can see you thinking Hermione." Draco panted. "You aren't supposed to be doing that."

"I'm not going to call you his Greatness for a week." She told him, it seemed that was all he needed. He pounced on her, engulfing her in a kiss filled with such passion, it made their previous kisses seem as though they had no fire at all. This flame consumed them both, it was so great Hermione felt there could actually be sparks flying from them. Any worries she had about the house burning down soon vanished as Draco bit her bottom lip.

She groaned at the great amount of pleasure in that little bit of pain. He deepened the kiss, the tips of their tongues occasionally meeting, but most of the action happening between their lips. He pushed her down so she was lying flat ot he couch, with him on top. He then twisted his right hand into her hair, his left hand slipping under her blouse. Where ever his skin touched hers left a tingling feeling, that grew into a steady buzz as his hand traveled up her stomach. By the time it had reached her rib cage, if was as if he was conducting electricity through her, though instead of the electricity hurting her, it made her feel an incredible amount of pleasure.

He stopped moving his hand right below her bra, stroking the skin there and fingering the fabric. She brought her hands from around his neck down to his chest, once again admiring his muscles. She let her hands travel down to his abs, fingering them through his shirt. Merlin he has a nice body, she thought to herself as much as I don't like Quidditch, it's really done him wonders. She let her hands trace his abs again, and she heard him groan, taking this as encouragement, she slipped her index finger slightly under the waistband of his trousers, remembering how much he had liked that before.

It was as if something he had been holding back had stirred. The kiss changed, now more aggressive. She felt the need within the kiss, but there was something else there, something more that just lust that she could not figure out. There was passion, need, longing, aggression, desire, and plenty of lust. What else could there be that she could not out her finger on? She pushed the thought from her mind. She was not supposed to be thinking today, and she planed on doing just that.

She felt Draco's other hand leave her hair and slip under her shirt as well, both hands now resting on her breasts. Gently, he began to massage them, and she let out a small moan. He broke the kiss off long enough to take her shirt off, and stare hungrily at her.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in that shirt today." He growled, and kissed her again. Without her shirt she felt a slight chill, even though her body was filled with fire. He began to kiss her neck, laying a trail of open mouthed kisses all the way to her collarbone. She moaned with pleasure, all thoughts of the slight chill completely gone. As he bit the area right above her collarbone, it was as if her body had a mind of it's own. She arched her back, thrusting her hips into his. She heard him moan at this new contact, and felt him respond by grabbing her waist and pinning her to the couch.

"Draco.." she moaned as she felt his body so close to hers, his erection digging into her slightly. She tore off his shirt, needing the presence of his skin on hers. She stared at his toned chest, running her fingers along the muscles again until he engulfed her in another kiss. His hands were everywhere, cupping her cheeks, tangled in her hair, massaging her breasts, and tracing her stomach so lightly it made her shiver.

She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, letting him get closer to her. She could feel how hard he was, rubbing against her. Thoughts of how good he would feel inside her raced through her mind, and she let out another moan at the thought. He pressed himself even closer to her, Merlin I want him she thought, never having felt this aroused in her life.

His hand ran down her stomach, caressing her skin. She felt him fiddling with her pants slightly, and suddenly his hand was sliding down more. Right before he reached her most intimate area, she broke off the kiss, pushing away from him slightly.

"No." Her voice was quite shaky, but determined. "No Draco, I'm not ready for that yet."

"That's ok 'Mione." He told her softly. "I shouldn't have tried, I'm sorry."

She kissed him tenderly, wondering what had just happened between the two of them. Why did they affect each other like this? Now they were actually talking about it, she had not run off this time. Something was happening between the two of them. This was more than snogging, it had to be. She did not believe Draco was just messing with her anymore, this was something else. What it was though, she had no idea.

"Truth or Dare?" She asked him, she was not supposed to be thinking today, so she needed to distract herself.

"Hmmmmm... I think I'll pick truth this time."

"What the hell is going on between us?" It was the question she had wanted answered for quite some time now, she needed to know.

"'Mione, I wish I knew, I'm probably as clueless as you are. However, I'll tell you what I do know." Draco looked at her, square in the eye. "I'm mad about you, 'Mione. There's something about you, I find I can't get you out of my mind. When you're close to me, the only thing I can think about is holding you, and kissing you. Honestly, you're the most beautiful witch I know, but you aren't just beautiful! You're smart, funny, witty, caring, brave, loyal, strong, and not to mention one hell of a snog." He winked at her.

"Why do you tell me this on the day I'm not allowed to think? This is serious thinking material." She furrowed her eyebrows, contemplating her dilemma.

"Well, you can think about it tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, probably the week after that too! But today, you are required to have unthinking fun!"

She glanced at the clock, it was 12:27.

"I want to eat ice cream for lunch." She told him. It was something she had always wanted to do, but she had never been able to justify it before.

He got up and extended his arm to her. She took it. He turned on his heel and they were in Diagon Alley, right outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Hermione smiled as Draco led her inside, and noticed some people were staring.

"Aren't you worried about being seen with me in public?"

"I could ask you the same question you know. I mean, a member of the Golden Trio being seen with the likes of me can't be very good for your reputation, can it?"

"Ah yes, but what if your father hears about this?"

"Well he can do whatever he bloody wants. Disown me, burn me off the family tree, put a bounty on my head, I don't care. I like you and I want the world to know about it. I want everyone to know that I am not my father." He finished with such resolve, she felt a surge of admiration for him.

"Well then, let's go ruin both our reputations." She smiled at him, and they sat down to order ice cream.

After they finished their ice cream, they wandered around Diagon Alley, simply enjoying each other's company, and ignoring all the weird looks they got. Hermione, as usual, spent a very long time in Flourish and Blots, it was probably her favourite store in Diagon Alley. She explained to Draco why she loved reading so much, how she not only loved the information educational books gave her, but how in fictional books, she would just lose herself in the book. He also told her that he was enjoying Sherlock Holmes, and how fascinated he was at how muggles coped without magic.

As they walked out of Flourish and Blots, Draco teasing her, saying she look longer looking at books than eating her ice cream, Hermione gasped. Draco scanned the room to where he was looking and stopped mid sentence. There, right in front of them, was Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother.

Mrs Malfoy's jaw dropped on seeing the two of them together. Her eyes kept looking from Hermione, to Draco, back to Hermione, then back to Draco. The tension in the air was so thick, Hermione thought she could probably cut it with a knife.

"Hello mother." Draco finally broke the silence.

"So this is why you're never home?" Asked a still shocked Narcissa Malfoy.

"Sometimes, most of the time I'm by myself."

"Are we really that bad?" Mrs Malfoy now looked saddened.

"Sometimes." Replied Draco.

"I'm sorry Draco." His mother looked at him, tears threatening to leave her eyes. "I'm glad that you aren't your father after all."

"Glad?" Hermione was shocked, somehow she had finally found her voice.

"Yes, Miss Granger, I'm glad. The war proved to me that there were much more important things than blood status, such as family. Unfortunately my husband did not come to the same realization. He is stuck in his ways, on a path leading straight to Azkaban."

"So you don't think I'm filth?"

"Not in the slightest Miss Granger." Mrs Malfoy laughed. "If you are what makes my son happy, then so be it. Merlin knows happiness is what the world needs right now."

"Does dad know this?" Draco interjected.

"Yes, why do you think we argue so much? He is furious that I have abandoned my prior beliefs and is worried that I will infect you with my new beliefs. It seems though, that you've figured it out by yourself." His mother smiled at him, and Draco looked over the moon. "Don't worry though, I won't bring it up unless you do, however, I have a feeling we won't be dealing with him as long as you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't joking when I said if he didn't stop he would be going to Azkaban. You remember the warning we got Draco, the ministry has just about had it with your father."

"Can't you make him see sense?" There was an edge of panic in his voice. Hermione realized that however much Draco hated his father, he would never wish his to Azkaban, even without the dementors, it was still a horrible place.

"I really don't think so dear." said Mrs Malfoy sadly. "No more talk of all this sadness, come, let us have tea and talk about all the things your father has prevented us from talking about."

They followed her to a cozy little place, and sat down. Mrs Malfoy looked a lot different from the last time Hermione saw her. She no longer looked like she thought herself superior to everyone, and smiled a lot more. She was actually a very pleasant person. Hermione hoped that now home would not be so bad for Draco anymore, now he had an ally.

After a while, they bid her goodbye and set off on their different ways.

"The day's not over yet, what other mischief shall we get up to?" Draco looked at her mischievously.

A/N: I would like to thank all my lovely followers, reviewers, and, of course, my wonderful editor. I've found that the Doc Uploader has been doing weird things with the some words, I'll try to go through all the chapters and sort the issues out. However, I'm only human, I make mistakes. If you spot any errors, feel free to let me know, I'm always happy for an opportunity to make my writing better :)

Thanks for reading!

Always,

Shan :)