AN1: Yay! I took less time to update!! Haha. I hope you guys are happy!

Disclaimer: Note the word: 'DISclaimer.' If I owned HP (which I don't) then it would probably be a 'claimer.'

NOTE: Draco and Hermione are NOT dating. (Heh, Hermione wishes! Kidding, sorta.)

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Draco Malfoy was one happy seventeen-year old. And in his situation, who wouldn't be? He had just finished with his exams—and he thought that he had done well—and there wasn't really much else to do. He was free to just relax and kick back which was something that he hadn't had time to do in ages. He was as cheerful as anyone had ever seen him.

Hermione however, wasn't as happy. She too, had finished her exams and thought that she had done well; and she too had time to relax. But she couldn't just kick back; she was too sad that her time at Hogwarts was coming to an end. Hermione looked fondly at all of the different portraits as she walked back to the head dorm. She would miss these halls.

"Take me on the floor." She said, and the two unicorns that guarded her portrait hole giggled and let her through. No sooner had she entered the room did Draco come flying at her. He hugged her tightly, twirling her up in the air in exaltation.

"We're done," he cheered. "We're finally done!"

Hermione tried to muster a smile and the result was merely a weak imitation. He set her down but didn't take his arms from around her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a small frown crinkling his nose together.

"Nothing."

Draco tightened his grip on her. "Tell me."

Hermione put her arms around him and held on tighter, playing along in the game that she liked to call 'Hug-of-War.'

Draco smirked and increased the pressure around her waist; she dished it right back to him. Neither wanted to lose to the other, and neither wanted to let go. Or at least, be the first to let go. A small 'pop' was heard and Draco loosened his grip immediately.

"Did your collarbone just pop?"

Hermione looked at him oddly. "No, why?"

"It must have been. I just heard something pop!" Draco insisted vehemently.

Hermione shrugged. "Is there anything there?"

"Let me see." Draco slid her robe off of her shoulders and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. He tried to slide the right sleeve down to her shoulder but it wasn't loose enough. With nimble fingers, he undid the next button and the tried again to slide the sleeve off of her shoulder. This time, it worked. Draco also slid down the right strap of her undershirt so it was hanging off of her right shoulder. Hermione's face heated up but she didn't move.

He took his two fingers and smoothed them gently over the right part of Hermione's collar bone. More heat rushed to Hermione's cheeks. The gesture was strangely intimate. And even stranger, she had no problem with him touching her so tenderly. Chills ran down Hermione's spine and she shuddered. Draco's eyes flew to hers.

"Does that hurt? Are you okay?"

The blush in her face faded slightly. "No that doesn't hurt, and yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Draco still looked extremely concerned. The concern however, changed into something a bit more devious. Not in a bad devious way, more playful than anything. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Hermione, thinking he was joking, said yes.

Draco, thinking she was serious, did it.

Draco lowered his lips to her neck and softly kissed her collarbone. She had seen it coming just a second before it did and despite that fact, she didn't move. Not only was she shocked beyond belief, but she had wanted him to kiss her; curious about what it would feel like.

"Is that better?"

Hermione shook her head and he kissed her collarbone again, this time, a little higher up.

"Now?"

Her head shook again. This time, Draco knew what was going through her mind: or he thought he did anyway. He kissed her collarbone again, and one of his hands went to her waist while the other held the left side of her head. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes in bliss. His lips continued to journey along her collarbone and he pushed down the left sleeves of her blouse and of her undershirt to expose her left shoulder and the other side of her collarbone. He got to the end of her collarbone and took his lips off of her neck. Hermione opened her eyes—which were now slightly glossy—and tilted her head back up.

"Are you alright now?" Draco asked with an undertone of expectancy in his voice.

Hermione thought for a second. "No, I don't think I am." He looked completely incredulous at her response.

"My collarbone is fine, but my lips are what are really hurting."

The incredulity melted away and amusement took its place. "Say no more."

And say anything more Hermione didn't. She simply smiled as Draco placed his lips on her hurting ones.

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AN2: Please, as always, review!

DUCKY: (smiles, looks down and does that thing with my shoulders)

Lovelove, Amanda