A/N: New chapter up! Enter Ron Weasley!

Warnings: Sexual references...nothing too graphic though.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize still not mine! Still not making profit.

Fatal velocity,
comes on with a rush,
overpowering,
gives the final push

What never moves, is never still,
who has the final word

It holds the world in a single pill,
and all life rendered absurd

Kill sweet desire,
faith may numb the trial,
but can you run all your life

Kill sweet desire,
truth will make a liar,
you can run but not hide

So run for your life

~Poets Of The Fall, Desire~

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He tried… Really tried to resist it, but it was inevitable. Little by little they grew friendlier, more used to each other, more relaxed around the house. He was forced to get to know Hermione Granger.

Not that she was a boring person…even though he didn't like to admit, she was quite entertaining to have around. He was used to pureblood girls who were brought up to seal their emotions, to behave like a lady, to pretend... She wasn't like that. If she was angry or sad or happy she would show it. She would yell or cry or laugh uncontrollably. She would tell him flat out what she thought about most of the things. She could debate about almost any subject he came to think of. And what surprised him the most, was that she told when she didn't know something. She would frown and shake her head and the next moment she would be looking it up from her books. If she didn't find the answer, she usually went to the order and came back with pile of new books on her hands.

"But Dobby wanted…"

"Father was horrible to Dobby! Why don't you ask elves who are well kept!"

Her favorite subject: The rights of magical creatures

"Well they're brainwashed to.."

"Listen to the reason Granger! What about Kreacher?"

"Well…Harry gives him stuff…as payment…"

"Right and you assume others don't, because?"

"Dobby…"

"Granger! I understand your point in cases like Dobby, but I think forcing money down their throat would be over the top"

She glared him. And then broke to a brilliant smile, "Well that was a first."

He looked at her questioningly.

"You say you understand my point!" She was still grinning like a maniac. "No one ever said they understand my point when it comes to elves."

"Well I just…" He was feeling a bit embarrassed now…should have just disagreed…

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"You did what?"

They were sitting on the floor with old Hogwarts textbooks around them.

"Brew Polyjuce in Myrtles bathroom." She sounded amused.

"And turned yourself into a cat?"

"Half cat actually…"

He was howling with laughter.

"Wait! Who were you supposed to turn into?"

She snapped her mouth shut. He lifted an eyebrow.

"We were investigating the Heir of Slytherin," She finally said.

He stared at her now.

"I was supposed to be Millicent Bulstrode…"

"And Potter and Weasley?" Suddenly he had a bad feeling about this story.

She didn't look at him.

"Grabbe and Goyle…" She breath out.

He remembered it now, Grabbe and Goyle acting all weird for a moment, not remembering it an hour later.

"You thought I was the heir?"

"Well can you blame us? You were marching around the school like you owned it."

'You'll be next mudbloods' He had yelled…Of course they would suspect him. At that time, he even wanted them to. Now, it made him a little embarrassed though. Even worse was that he remembered what he had talked to Grabbe and Goyle the night they acted weird. He looked at her, wondering if the boys had told her that.

"Did they tell you what I said?" The question was out before he could stop himself.

"I had a bit on my mind that night…" she laughed a little, "you weren't the heir?"

Relief was a short-lived sensation.

"What was it then?" Of course, she would ask...

He shook his head.

Silence fell upon them.

He was not going to tell her…that he had told them he hoped for her to be the next victim…

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"No! I'm not sending them to a certain trap!" She snapped.

"I'm not telling you to send them there unprepared! But look at it Granger and tell me that is not the best way to proceed!" He was waving his hand above the map on the table.

Somewhere in between weeks and months he had been living here, she had started to ask him to help with her planning. Usually it was just some light advice he gave, but now it seemed he had fallen in too deep face first.

"Listen Granger! Safe doesn't win the battles!"

"Why, thank you for great advice Mr. commander. Was it this wisdom that won you so much glory?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

That stung but he ignored her. "Tell me it's not the best option!"

She kept her mouth a straight line and didn't answer.

"You asked for my help Granger! Here it is!"

"I didn't ask you to tell me to send my friends to danger!" She growled.

"This is war! They are in danger every single day! Love makes you weaker! It blurs the rationality!" He spit out.

"No, it…."

"Don't dare say it makes you strong! Look at you! Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me the order is not losing?"

She began to cry. Angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly he wanted to take back everything he had said. But he was still angry, so he just watched her turn, stomp away and disappear through the floo.

Great! Just great! They had been getting along quite nicely over the last few weeks. Sure, they still sparred and debated but it was not hostile anymore. Now it seemed he had fucked up their truce just like that.

Hours ticked, he had fallen asleep and was roughly woken by the roar of the floo.

"NO! I'm not having this conversation with you anymore! I'm going home!" She was yelling across her shoulder before she stepped out.

He stood up and their eyes met.

"Draco, I'm…" But she didn't get to finish the sentence because the floo went on again.

He found himself staring at very worn looking Ron Weasley.

"Hermione I…"

But Ron had spotted him. And thank god, he was as healed as he was, because he had about two seconds to take cover behind the couch before a spell hit the spot he had been standing.

"What the fuck!" Weasley roared and another hex hit the sofa.

"Ron, RON! Stop! Calm down! I can explain." She was yelling too.

There was no other attack, so he peeked up, she had cast a protective charm between him and the raving lunatic ginger.

"There is a death eater in your house Hermione! What is there to explain!?"

Weasley was still pointing a wand towards him.

"Ron, put your wand down!" She tried but nothing happened. "He's not going to hurt anyone!"

The freckleface looked at her. "Are you under some spell Hermione? What has he done to you?" And to him again, "What have you done you son of a bitch? I'm going to kill you!"

"He hasn't done anything!" She spat, and her wand was now pointed at her friend, "He's hurt! I'm helping him…"

"Why? He is a motherfucking Death eater!"

"NO! He is not!" Her voice was fierce and her eyes full of determination.

He didn't even see Weasley anymore, he was staring at her, mesmerized.

"What the hell Hermione!? Are you fucking him or what?" Weasley was now looking at her like she'd lost he mind, "This is insane! I'm going to tell the others!"

He flooed away.

"RON! NO! RON WAIT!" And so, she was gone too.

Fuckshitfuck, secret was out, they were going to get him! He felt slightly panicked, looking for a place to hide. Damn her too small apartment. He rushed to her room and threw the door shut behind him. Maybe he should hide in her closet? But he decided not to, instead he leaned against the door and listened to the sounds on the living room.

After what felt like hours he heard the floo. And soon after her small voice, "Draco?"

She was standing in the middle of the room looking sad. Maybe she had come to tell him he was going to be captured now and thrown to their dungeons.

He neared her.

"Is this it?"

She looked him in the eyes. Her beautiful (wait what!?) serious eyes meeting him.

"I took care of it." She then said and rounded him starting to walk towards her own room.

"What did you do?"

She stopped and turned. Hugging her arms around herself. "I oblivated him...The part that he got here. Then I argued with him for a while about the original subject. He'll never know he was here…"

An unfamiliar feeling rose to his chest...maybe it was gratitude...she turned to leave again.

"Hermione!" He called after her, "Thank you."

She looked at him and smiled slightly.

It was an impulse… Before he knew his body collided hers and he was pushing her against the wall.

His lips were on hers.

His hands in her hair.

Her hands grabbing his collar

Him trailing kisses down her neck

Her whispering his name like a prayer

His heart thundering against his ribs

Her hands tugging his shirt off

Him pushing the bedroom door open

Her dragging him through the room

Her name leaving his lips

His hands on her

Her mirroring his movement

the bed

the sheets

the skin…on skin

bodies entwined

and their synchronized breathing

from the absolute low to absolute high.

In his arms she fitted perfectly

and in hers he felt not so lost.

This…this was bad…

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He woke up in her bed…alone…

Shitshit! She was definitely going to throw him out now.

He groaned.

Stupid, idiot, Draco! You get comfortable around a girl and the next thing that comes to your mind is to get to bed with her! What is wrong with you!? Get a grip! Well, a little too late for that now… although he had gotten a pretty good grip on Granger….NO! Shut the fuck up dirty thoughts…

He forced himself to get the hell out of her room!

To his surprise she was standing in the kitchen, her back to him…He had assumed she'd be gone by now. Over analyzing things…

"Granger I…" He felt like he had to explain himself, but she tuned and cut him off.

"Don't! We don't have to talk about it!"

huh? he lifted his eyebrows.

"I think we shouldn't…" She shrugged slightly, "Let's just pretend that we were nothing but two people who desperately needed…a fuck…Because thinking about anything else..."

Like who he was? like who she was? like what they had been for each other? Like which side they were fighting for? Like how they clicked together? He could think a bunch of things to analyze. She went on:

"…Makes this all just too complicated. And I think I can't take any more complicated!"

He stared at her… right…who was this woman and what had she done to Hermione "overanalyzing everything" Granger.

He was so baffled he could do nothing but nod.

"Good! Then it's settled. Would you like some coffee?" She turned back to the stove.