A/N- You guys crack me up, Hermione is not pregnant, well maybe at least not right now… you will just have to keep reading! Haha anyways, yes she did flush the necklace for some of you that were wondering. This chapter was initially cut into two but they were too short so I put them together, so therefore it makes up for the last short chapter.

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Emotions

One month later

"That... was... amazing." Draco tried to catch his breath as Hermione rolled off of him. They lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, letting everything that just happened sink it, as if it were all new. A few minutes past without them talking. Hermione sighed and tried to crack her back.

"We really need to stop having sex on the ground. Especially when there's a bed right there." She sat up, holding up the blanket to cover her chest. Draco put his hand on the small of her back and laughed.

"Guess we get a bit wild." Hermione shifted and looked around his room.

"You're lucky you can tell you friends when to come into the room or not."

"I know, or where else would we do this?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. "We could always go back to the Forbidden Forest?" He chuckled and ran his hand up her back. She shivered at his touch.

"I need to go soon." She stood up with the blanket around her and he dropped his hand onto the floor.

"You always leave after one time." She rolled her eyes.

"I have other things to do then just this." She searched around his room for her clothes. Hermione passed him and he snatched at her ankle.

"Hey come here," He pulled her down onto his lap.

"Malfoy, I really need to go." He pouted. "I can't do this right now."

"But you want to." He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips to hers. She didn't resist and after a minute she wrapped her arms around his neck, the blanket falling loosely around her. He lay back down and she followed him, their lips never separating. She entwined her fingers with his hair and he ran his hands up her back. "Hermione," He breathed into the kiss. She sat up and stared down at him.

"What?"

"I think I'm falling for you."

"Oh my god," She quickly got up from off of him with the blanket.

"You know I have feelings for you." He told her, a little hurt by her reaction.

"You aren't falling for me you- you just want me for this." She shook her head and went back to finding her clothes.

"Hermione,"

"Please," She looked over at him. "You've already said enough." She began to dress herself. Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Not the reaction I wanted," He mumbled.

"What did you expect?" Hermione pulled on her shirt. "For me to say I am too?"

"Well... yeah." He sat up on his elbows. "I was hoping so."

"Right," She half laughed. "And tomorrow let's get married and buy a house and live happily ever after. Don't think so, Malfoy." She buttoned her pants.

"I didn't say I was falling in love exactly, I just meant my feelings are getting stronger." Who the hell was he? "I was just letting you know." He sighed, "What are we, Granger?"

"We aren't anything." She informed him.

"We just have sex." She didn't say anything. "At least you're not denying that."

"I'm lying to enough people; I don't need to lie to myself too." She sighed and headed over to his door. "We need to end this."

"You'll be back here before nightfall." She rolled her eyes at him, threw up the hood of her sweater, and snuck out the door.

Hermione stared, gritting her teeth together. Ron had his hand around Lavender and she leaned in to peck his lips, for the billionth time. Hermione shook her head and stood up to leave the Great Hall without a word to anyone. She turned around and looked at Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes. Feeling like he was being watched he looked up. Once he saw the indication in her eyes, she left and he got up shortly afterwards to follow. "I knew you couldn't resist." He said smirking as he left the Great Hall and walked to their meeting spot, which was in the girl's bathroom nobody used because of Moaning Myrtle. Hermione sighed, turning around to face him. "It's only been a few-"

"Shut up," Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him around so they were leaning against a back wall. Hermione began pulling up his shirt, with his robe still on. He had his mouth hovering over hers and they slowly pressed their lips together.

"Not this again." Moaning Myrtle flew out from the wall and hovered in front of them. "Sneaking around places you shouldn't be... or be with." She cackled. Hermione pulled Draco's robe over her.

"Get out of here." Draco told Myrtle. Myrtle gave him a look and flew into one of the toilets. Hermione jumped as the water from the stalls splashed onto the floor. Draco put his hand on the back of her neck as she sat up.

"We should go." Hermione told him.

"Don't tell me you're upset about the ghost?" Hermione sighed and shook her head.

"No it's just, what if someone walks in here?" She adjusted her body so she was facing him and he dropped his hand. "And saw us!"

"No one is going to walk in here." He stared at her. "What are we?"

"You've already asked this, I don't know, Malfoy."

"Friends with benefits?"

"We are not friends!"

"Fuck buddies?"

"Not exactly buddies either. We are just two people using each other for sex with no strings attached." Draco sighed.

"So you're still not admitting you have feelings for me?"

"There is nothing to admit when there is nothing there." Hermione pushed herself up from the ground, holding his robe around her.

"I don't like it, the way you describe our relationship."

"Not a relationship." She dropped his robe and began putting on her clothes. Everything becoming a routine, Draco noticed. The fight how they are never going to do this again, something happens leading them to have sex again, the awkward moment afterwards, the talk on what is going on between them, and Hermione dashing off, all to be restarted again.

"If you don't have feelings then why do you keep coming back?" Hermione stopped dressing with only her bra, underwear, and skirt on and turned to him.

"Honestly?"

"That would be nice..."

"Malfoy, I'm in pain."

"Why are you in pain?"

"I'm using you, you fool." Hermione sniffed.

"What do you mean?"

"Ron dumped me and I was hurt and betrayed and I-"

"Wait, you were going out with Ron? I mean I know you two had a thing but since when did you guys go out?" Draco stood up and grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, staring at Hermione through the whole process.

"Not that I expect you to keep up with what's going on in my life, or really care but if you must know he lead me on... I was in love with him." The tears finally won and rolled down her cheeks. "He finally asked me out and we went out for two months before he dumped me for Lavender. He used me for sex and I think this is why I keep having it. Because it reminds me of how stupid I was for not knowing that he was using me. Even though he claims we broke up because I was always mad at him, but I know that wasn't the reason why. Lavender always talks about her sex life with Ron to Parvati." She drew in a shaky breath, continuing her story.

"He dumped me earlier that day before we had to go to detention at nine, anyways when we all went outside Lavender had caught up with us. And she made a comment on how she made out with him and it was night and I was so heartbroken and I just had to make a bold move and you were right there and I saw how you looked at me that night in the Great Hall and because I know if she knew I was having sex with you should would be beyond jealous." She rambled, "And I wanted to prove I could get someone like how Ron got another girl. And everybody was talking to me about the night you saw us in the Great Hall. Everybody was jealous of me because they think you are so good looking, not that your ego needs to be boosted anymore-"

"That's enough!" He finished getting dressed and stared at her. Everything began to make sense, she was hurt and betrayed and she would think of Ron every time she was having sex with him that was obvious. No one wonder why half the time she was crying when she was with him. His jealousy got the best of him, "I don't care what anybody else thinks but you. And since you really don't care for anybody here but yourself, we're through or at least this is through. Since this is the only think we have. You are a selfish bitch, Granger. Enjoy your life alone." Draco threw her one last disgusted look before exiting the bathroom; this time he was the one leaving.

Hermione stared after him as the tears began to roll down her cheeks faster. She knew he was right, she had no right to play with people's emotions like that, and especially the ones who didn't do anything to deserve it. She felt horrible, and sick that he fell for her within the process. But what kind of feelings happens when you are having sex constantly with someone for only a month? She didn't know. This somebody being Draco Malfoy; an ex-Mudblood hater or at least a hater of her.

Having sex with Draco was like being given a drug. Once taken, you forget about all your worries. Only focused on what's in front of you, which was him. How could she think this would even last until her broken heart was mended again? Even though she had to admit she did not know if this was truly helping her, because just like a drug, her problems have a way of coming back, and sometimes even harder. But in the meantime, she needed it. But this had bad written all over it from the start, she was surprised it even lasted this long. They would get together five to six times a week. The only thing they hadn't done yet was do it twice in one day.

Hermione leaned her back against the wall continuing to cry. Moaning Myrtle came back out from one of the stalls and hovered over her. "There's only room for one girl to cry in here and that's me." That was indication for her to go.

"I'm sorry," Hermione wiped her face and slipped on her shirt and robe.

"So I'm guessing you and your secret lover our done?"

"Ease dropping?" Moaning Myrtle shrugged.

"What else do I have to do?"

"And he's not my secret lover." Myrtle shook her head before going back into the stall. Hermione pulled her hair back into a bun, walked over to the sink and washed her face, rolled her shoulders back and walked out of the bathroom like everything in her world was perfect.

But she knew it was far from it.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry waved his hand in front of her face. Hermione stared at Draco from the Slytherin's table. He looked sad and she knew it was her fault. It had been one week since their fight in the bathroom. One week without sex. One week without him. And she would not admit it now, but she missed it.

When Draco finally made eye contact with her, his facial expression changed into one of darkness that he was so good at doing. She quickly looked down, fearing that he could actually do something dreadful to her just by staring. Harry looked in the general direction she was just looking at.

"Did I miss something?" So much, Hermione thought to herself.

"No," She looked down the table and frowned, "well besides Ron making a complete fool of himself with Lavender." Harry patted Hermione's hand.

"I know it hurts."

"Oh you do?" She pulled her hand away and gave him a smug look. Harry didn't deserve this, and she knew it. But she couldn't sit there any longer without her saying something she would regret later. "Look I'm sorry," She stood up. "I need to get some air."

"Do you want company?" Harry offered.

"No thanks," She tried to smile sweetly but it came off more of a grimace. Hermione grabbed her books and began heading out of the Great Hall. What she really wanted was sex. More needed it. But she couldn't go back to Malfoy for many reasons. Before she rounded the corner and out of the Great Hall someone called her name and caught her shoulder. Hermione turned around and saw Ron.

"You don't have to be like that."

"Pardon me?"

"Look, I don't appreciate you giving my girlfriend that look. I saw you and you tend to do it a lot. I'm sorry if you still have feelings for me and everything but there is no need to be rude and-"

Smack!

Hermione slapped him in the face and she was pretty sure half of the students in the Great Hall saw it. "You prick," She whispered to him. "I hope you and Lavender will be happy together." Hermione ran off. Something was seriously wrong with her. She never spoke to people like that. She was beyond furious and was pretty convinced she could take on Voldemort right now. "I hate him," She cried to herself, hurrying down the hall. She needed someone to go to but whom? Harry was his best friend, Ginny was his sister, and Malfoy was the enemy. She felt beyond alone.

Hermione slid down one of the walls; a corridor currently empty, and buried her face in her legs which were scrunched up to her chest and thought about Malfoy. She wanted him. But not in the way she ever thought she would want him. She wanted him to hold her and just rock her. Not once had they ever been close in that way while before or after sex. It was always just jump on each other to start and roll off after. That was that. And occasional touching on his part. But nothing like want she wanted now. She wanted to cry into his chest and listen to his heartbeat and then once she finished crying listen to their breathing sync, as he soothed her and ran a hand through her hair. And even have him hum to her, to calm her down. But she knew all of that was asking way too much.

She missed his body pressed to hers, the feel of his muscles tighten under his shirt as her chest pressed into his. The feel of his silky hair, the cold but yet warming touch of his hand, his pink sweet lips on her and the way he made her feel. Loved.

Draco Malfoy had just witnessed, along with half the Great Hall students who were paying attention, Hermione Granger slap Ron Weasley across the face. He could not help but laugh as he found the incident hilarious. He even caught Crabbe and Goyle chuckling about it. He felt very turned on about the whole thing. He liked his woman like that, and it was also nice to see her beating on someone other than him for once.

"I don't like Granger at all but Weasley totally deserved that after dumping her and all like that. I mean if a man would have done that to me I would have done a lot more than slap his face. Just saying…" Draco looked over at Pansy. Was Hermione hurt right now? Should he go after her? After all he did care for her and he practically told her that. But he was the one who broke if off.

"Who cares about Granger, anyways? She's nothing but a stupid mud-" Draco cut Crabbe off.

"Can we just stop talking about Hermione?"

"Hermione?" Pansy repeated him as she shared a look with Blaise. "Since when do you call her by her first name?"

"I meant Granger, whatever." Draco was starting to become annoyed. All he really wanted to do was go after Hermione, but after what she did to him how could he? "All I mean is," he started up again as everyone kept up the staring on him, "is that there is no importance in talking about Granger."

"Point taken," Pansy smiled at Draco who rolled his eyes, not caring even if she saw, which she did. "So Draco, where've you been?"

"What?" He looked back up at her.

"You always seem to disappear for a random amount of time." Pansy told him, taping her fingers on the table as if this were a test.

"With a girl," Goyle patted him on the back, clearly pleased with his best friend and assuming that he was with one.

"Everybody can just stay out of my business," He stood up from the table. "I'm done with being questioned by you pompous asses." He left the table and on his way he passed Harry and Ron, not giving them the time of day even though he was pretty sure everybody could hear Ron whining.

"She bloody smacked me!" Ron cried, still covering his cheek with his hand.

"Are you sure you didn't say anything a little… well you know something…" Harry struggled to find the right word.

"Stupid,"

"That'll work," Harry said as Ginny came up behind Ron and smacked him on the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Idiot, jerk, and did I mention ass? What were you thinking!" Ginny sat down next to Ron, fuming.

"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that!" Lavender came to Ron's rescue and sat down next to him.

"You put a cork in it," Ginny threw at Lavender. "You've done enough." She turned back to her brother. "You deserved more than just that smack! What did you say?"

"Nothing! That bad I think?" Ron frowned at everybody.

"Well whatever you said, I better not find her crying in a corner later." Ginny warned.

Hermione continued crying alone in the halls of Hogwarts. She didn't even try to be quiet after the first fifteen minutes of doing so. She hadn't even seen anyone since she last hit Ron. She was beginning to feel like everybody disappeared on earth and she was the last one here.

"It's refreshing seeing you hit someone other than me." She knew that voice anywhere. It was cold yet so familiar to her that it now just comforted her in a strange way. She looked away from the tall shadow hovering over her and wiped at her cheeks.

"That was stupid of me just smacking him in front of everybody." She sniffed.

"Oh no I think he deserved it. It was hot." She looked up at him and he frowned. "But that doesn't change anything."

"I didn't think it would," Hermione pulled herself up from off of the ground. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Needed to leave the room, walk around a bit. Then I ran into you. Okay I heard sobs from down the hall."

"Oh," Hermione's cheeks turned red, but the corridor was too dark for him to see

"Are you alright? Not that I care and you totally deserved it too."

"I know you're still mad and I probably deserve a lot more from what I did to you."

"You changed me, Hermione. When I saw you up there, free and different. I knew I..." He struggled to find the right words as he closed his eyes and grunted, "You used me and then dumped me just like Weasel did."

"I know, but-"

"Stop, it's my turn to talk. I know we haven't been exactly friendly towards each other in the past years."

"Enemies,"

"Right, but dammit Hermione! I can't do this."

"Draco, I'm sorry," She reached out for him but he pulled back.

"So am I," He turned his back to her and walked out for the second time. And it killed just as much as the first.

A/N- So I think that some of you might have asked me that you wanted to know more about me meeting Tom (unless I misunderstood) or if you just want to talk about him like a crazy fan girl like myself just private message me and we can have a chat! In the meantime, predictions, comments, questions! Whatever you'd like, review!

Brittany