AN: Hi! In case you've forgotten me, I am Amanda, and I am the author of this story. I am so, extremely sorry for the miniature hiatus that I have taken!! I have honestly been busier than I have ever been in my entire life. Junior year is a freaking b-i-t-c-h. More specifically, Calculus is.

It's spring break, but with swim every day, twice a day, I can't promise much in the form of updates. I want to get at least one more chapter out before I go back to school though.

So, here is the next chapter! Please review on your way out.

It was an important day—one where the purpose could not be forsaken; not for anything. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy of all people were teaming up and searching the extensive Dark Arts library in the Malfoy Manor. This was not simply an activity started to beat the boredom, no, it was an activity of great meaning. There was a whole ward in St. Mungo's dedicated to people cursed with Dark spells. Half of the members that resided in that ward had no chance of surviving the next six months if a counter curse or antidote could not be found.

Needless to say, Hermione was in her element: she loved researching. Granted, she would rather not have lives on the line, but nonetheless, she was enjoying herself. To her, an afternoon spent looking through books was not one that was wasted. However, the fact that the trio plus one had been ransacking the three-story library for almost a fortnight was grating on her nerves. The manor was fabulously furnished and the library left naught to be desired, but there was only so much time in the presence of guys that Hermione could take. At times, the testosterone levels were extremely overwhelming.

Just an hour ago, a donnybrook had erupted between—no surprise—Ron and Draco. Seeing as how Ron was still slightly sore that she was continuing to court Draco and that Draco himself had no problem making snide comments about their relationship, she had no doubts that it was about her. What exactly had been said, Hermione didn't bother to find out. She simply stalked away muttering darkly about immaturity while Harry snickered in amusement.

Now, having hid herself away for a good part of three hours, Hermione was proud to say that she was making some headway. She sat at a table in the back corner of the second floor and had books stacked around her. She was thumbing through one that looked very promising when she was suddenly interrupted.

"Hermione," Draco said, "come over here. I found something interesting." She shook her head and waved him off without lifting her head from the book to look at him. "Not now, Draco, I'm busy."

He sat down in a chair next to her and leaned closer to her. "Please." He deliberately brushed his lips along her cheek to reach her ear. "It's important." Rolling her eyes, she turned her back to him and continued to read. Undeterred, he moved his chair to her other side and put his hand on her knee, just under the hem of her sundress. She ignored him and continued to read. His hand slowly moved upward and he wondered when she would snap. Draco could tell by her stiffness that her attention was no longer focused on the book. His fingers toyed with the fabric of her underwear, slowly and deliberately pulling it down her leg.

"Oh for heaven's sake! Control your libido!" She screeched when he had successfully removed her panties and held them proudly in his hand. Hermione's face turned a dark shade of red. He smirked.

"Incorrigible Slytherin," she muttered darkly. "Will you let me do my research in peace if I come with you?"

"But of course, my lady."

She chose not to acknowledge that he spoke and instead wordlessly followed him up to an aisle on the third floor. She passed the aisles that Ron and Harry were searching and blushed, feeling slightly awkward at her lack of panties. "What did you find?"

He gestured to a shelf. "Read the titles and tell me which one you think is helpful." Hermione looked at him doubtfully. "You'll know which one I mean when you read it."

She silently mouthed the titles of the books on the first part of that shelf and not one had stood out to her as being particularly helpful thus far. After about a minute more, Hermione gasped audibly and turned to look at him with the light of hope shining in her eyes. She found herself unable to locate adequate words to express her joy. Instead of speaking, she stood on her tiptoes and softly pressed her lips to his. Draco had not been expecting a kiss in response to his discovery; she could tell as much by his sharp intake of breath. He recovered quickly and started kissing her with more heat and more desire. Hermione moaned at the taste of his mouth and pressed her body tightly against his.

In one swift motion, Draco untied the halter holding her dress up and the fabric pooled at her ankles, leaving Hermione clad only in her bra, which he quickly unclasped and let fall to the ground on her dress. His hands roamed slowly over her body, with both his lips and his tongue following the trail, seeming to memorize every inch of her pale skin.

"Hermione?" Ron called out. "Where'd you go? I think I have something that will be helpful."

Draco groaned into Hermione's mouth and she laughed quietly. She pulled away from him and moved to reach down for her dress. As badly as she wanted Draco right now, she didn't want him enough to risk having Ron see them. The fabric was in her hands when she felt the familiar sensation of something trickling down her back. She looked up at Draco only to find that he now blended in with the shelves. She looked down at herself and saw that she matched him. "Disillusionment charm," he whispered roughly before cupping her face and pulling her mouth back to his.

"Hey, Harry, where d'you reckon Hermione went? She's not answering me."

"This library is pretty enormous, she probably didn't hear you. I think she went to the third floor though. You can look for her up there; I'll go with you. I think I found something helpful also."

The boys walked together up to the third floor and split up at the top of the staircase. "I'll go this way," Ron stated, gesturing to the right. Harry nodded and went to the left.

After about twenty minutes of fruitless searching, Harry and Ron met up in the aisle closest to the staircase.

Draco and Hermione froze at the sound of voices at the end of the aisle which they were currently occupying.

"Merlin's pants, I don't understand it. They've both gone. You'd think that we'd have at least found Malfoy. He knows this library front to back; he'd probably find Hermione for us."

A light clicked on in Harry's mind as to where the two might be or at least, what they might be doing. His face tinged green and he sincerely hoped that wherever the couple happened to be hiding, that he would not be the one to stumble upon them. He started to examine the titles of the books in the aisle they were in, tuning Ron's mindless talk out of his mind. Hermione obviously didn't want to be found. He hazarded a guess that she was doing research—if he used the term very loosely—with Malfoy.

Instead of trying to extricate herself from Draco's firm grip, Hermione froze and stayed as quiet as she could. It wouldn't do anybody any good for Harry and Ron to discover them in such a compromising situation--it would scar them for life. She would wait for them to move to a different aisle before letting her libido have total control.

Unfortunately, Draco cared little for the psyches of the other two and would have simply smirked had they seen them. Knowing full well that they were walking closer and closer to he and Hermione, Draco did his best to get Hermione to make some sort of noise. He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, and back up. He felt her tense, but she made no response. It wasn't until he pushed two fingers inside her opening that she moaned. Draco smirked. There was no way that they didn't hear that.

Ron's face colored. "Let's go back and check the lower levels. She may have just been too absorbed in something she was reading. You know how she gets."

"Sure, sure," Harry said amicably. If Ron wanted to pretend he didn't hear Hermione just moan, then fine.

Hermione whimpered in protest when Draco removed his fingers from inside her to lift her up against a bookshelf and wrap her legs around his waist; but before she could even utter his name, he sheathed himself in her with a grunt.

Their bodies rocked together with a synchronization that could only have been gained from practice, and he thrust in and out of Hermione with ease. She murmured his name, like a chant, making his movements harder and faster. Each time he re-entered her body, she gasped until, with one final thrust, she shuddered, climaxed and was still. He came seconds after and pulled out of her.

Their urgency abated and the once heated kissed returned to being slow and gentle. Their lips separated, but their foreheads touched, and neither one made an effort to return to the research. Hermione closed the gap between their mouths and gently snaked her right hand around his neck.

Amidst the quiet of the library, a strident crash erupted. "DAMN IT!" Ron let out a stream of curses. With a grimace, Hermione disentangled herself from Draco and with her back to him, quickly pulled on her dress. She turned to face him—perhaps for one last kiss?—but he had disappeared. It was with a small and secretive smile that Hermione removed her Disillusionment charm and took Medieval Dark Curses and Their Antidotes off the shelf and turned to the first page.

End notes: Quite fun chapter, yes? :P Please, review! Goal: more reviews than the last chapter please! If that happens, I'll update again for sure before I start school again.

And, once again, I am SO sorry for the hiatus. I will not make you wait that long for a chapter again.