Hello awesome people! Just to quickly let you know that this chapter is more of a filler chapter, the next one will be more action-y and will involve You Know Who. Also, this was written during the weeks building up to me getting me GCSE results, so if it seems a bit erratic, it's a reflection of how much I was pooing myself over my results. Can I also suggest watching Elena and Damon dancing from The Vampire Diaries, if you wanted to see how I imagined Draco and Hermione to be dancing. The fic is still un-beta'd, so any mistakes are entirely my own. Please leave a review, they make me so happy! ! !

His lips were on hers, and she was pretty sure she was burning. Probably from the inside out. Maybe she was dying, she didn't know. What was more scary was that she didn't really care. He had manoeuvred them onto his bed with such ease that Hermione couldn't help but think of the amount of times he had probably done this before. His hands raked over her body, greedily as if she was something special, something worth his time.

He kissed down her neck, finding her pulse point and gently sucking and Hermione couldn't help the little whimper that passed through her lips. He stopped then, looming above her, his eyes full of amusement and was that smugness? An overwhelming rush of competiveness welled up inside of her and she pressed her hands down on her bare chest and leant forward, capturing his lips again with hers. She flipped them over so that she was straddling him, she grabbed his hands and locked their fingers together, stretching his arms out so that he was laid out, without any control, in front of her. She pulled away from him, and felt the hammering in her chest and the arousal between her legs, as well as his. She grinned, a little bit predatorily and gently copied his movements. Her brain was whirring with trying to remember what Draco had done to her that had made her moan and tried to repeat those same moves on his own neck. She was new at this, and a little bit scared. She so desperately wanted to be good.

But soon those kind of thoughts disappeared, and instead she just focused on the breathy sounds Draco made, the spots along his neck and shoulders that made him shudder and finally, finding a spot just above the top of his collarbone, she made him moan. She smiled against his skin and continued along her exploration, down, down, down.

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Draco hadn't intended for it to get this far. He really hadn't. He can't say he wasn't surprised when she basically pounced on him. Not that it was something he would willingly stop, kissing her was an addiction like nothing he had experienced.

And then, just as she was reaching the part of his body, he needed her to reach- she stopped. And he knew that was as far as this was going to go.

So damn close," he grunted to himself as she pulled away from his body and sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. He watched her for a moment, her back smooth and slightly tanned. This was wrong, and only now that she had stopped kissing him, was he able to realise it.

"Shit," he murmured and she turned round to look at him, her honey eyes were filled with panic and her face screamed of worry. He just stared right back, because really, what else could he do?

"Granger-"

"Don't. Just don't." She replied shortly, standing up from his bed and grabbing her jumper from the floor.

"You shouldn't of done that," he muttered after a few beats of silence and as she pulled the jumper over her head she whipped round and glared at him.

"Me? Oh so this is my fault," she replied a little hysterically and Draco rolled his eyes, he felt the usual little sliver of anger at her build up in his chest and he hated it. Because she couldn't help it, it wasn't her fault he found her so tempting. But he was in different circles, his father and the entire Malfoy's association with Voldemort and-

No. He stopped himself. He couldn't think about those things, those things were dangerous. But then so was this. This was so dangerous.

He knew what his family thought of her, the Golden Trio, as the paper's called them. The very fact that he was doing this was enough to get him killed and he knew that. And she didn't but he still felt like it was her fault.

She had to be on the side of the Light. She had to be. It wasn't as if Draco's life was as screwed up as it was, the one thing he so badly wanted, was just out of his reach. He was risking his reputation, his fucking life for her.

"You know what, yeah this is your fault. If you had just stayed away, kept your distance, like you knew you should of done we wouldn't even be in this mess-"

"You're as involved in this as I am Draco-"

"You think I want this?" He roared suddenly, his words so loud that she jumped a little bit. But like the Gryffindor Princess she was, she stood her ground. "I can't do this. I am your teacher. I am different sides-"

"Sides? What are you talking about sides?" She frowned, and he could practically see her brain working as she figured it out.

"Oh no, no, no, no. You can't be,"

He shouted out in anger. "Fuck!" what had he done.

"You're whole family I know, but the fact you're here. I thought that meant you were, you can't be on the side of the Dark, please, oh God…"

Her voice trailed off, and Draco stood by the window, watching the outside of Hogwarts, students lazily milling about in the last of the sun.

"No." She said suddenly, and he turned around at her declaration.

"No?"

"No." She repeated and he raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Your family may be on His side, but I know you. I see you. And I know you're not,"

"Believe what you want Granger, it's completely irrelevant to me-

"Bullshit." She cried. "I know you want me, I…" She faltered slightly, a blush on her cheeks and Draco eyed her steadily. " I see the way you look at me and I refuse to believe that you can know who I am, what I stand for, be on the side of the Dark and still look at me the way you do,"

"Shut up," he murmured running a hand through his hair.

"Draco-"

"Just shut up!"

"I know you're a good man, your last name and rumours don't change that-"

"Shut up Granger-"

"I know you're meant to think I'm inferior, I don't come from an acting background, I wasn't handpicked for this place, I know what your family calls people like me- "

"SHUT UP!" He shouted, turning round to face her, the anger so strong now, because she was right. "You think I enjoy this? Do you know what you're doing to me? You are everything I should hate, everything I should despise-"

"But you don't!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! By even looking at you I am betraying my family, my beliefs."

"Your beliefs are wrong-"

"Don't talk to me like that-"

"-and you know they're wrong,"

"You don't know shit about me Granger,"

"I know enough!" she shouted back at him, her eyes dilated and her cheeks even more flushed. Her hands were balled into fists and she was staring at him with a mix of anger and desperation.

"You should go," Draco murmured into the silence and Granger shook her head.

"We're not finished-"

"GO HERMIONE."

The door slammed shut.

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It's been weeks since she'd seen him. She didn't realise she could miss someone that part of her, only a small part mind, really disliked. But you can and she does and it makes it all worse. Ron's as lovely as ever, planting soft kisses on her whenever he can and barely letting his touch linger from her for more than a minute.

Rehearsals are coming well, she thanks her abilities as an actress for letting her pretend to Professor Greengrass like everything's fine and she isn't secretly hating the woman for being intimate, intimate and so perfect for Draco. There's a ball scene coming up, in the play Ron's character is meant to have achieved a promotion in his company and so a 'ball' is being thrown in his honour. Even though Ron's attending the ball with his wife, Pansy, Hermione still shows up at the dance and they share a moment of awkward but passionate staring and longing. Except, of course, Ron has to practise a fight scene with Blaise and so in Ronald's place is, as she knew it would be from the moment Ron announced he wouldn't be able to learn the steps, was Draco.

Hermione had been taught the steps with Greengrass a while back, so she knew what she was doing and was now mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.

"So, you walk into the room, everyone gasps, the announcers ask the men to find a woman they didn't bring to the dance with them and pair off. Ronald, although in this case Draco picks you, and the dance begins." Greengrass instructed walking around the pair, "We'll skip the first part because we need to figure that out with all the other students as well, so we'll just go from the dancing. Ladies in a line,"

It was how the dance worked, it was incredibly old fashioned, kind of like the dancing you would see during the times of Pride and Prejudice. The women stood in one line with the men opposite them. Hermione stared down at the ground, she didn't need to look up to know that he was there, she could feel him. It was like his body was humming with an electricity that only she could feel, it danced around her, intoxicating her thoughts and lulling her into a state of total and utter want.

She quickly pulled her hair back from her face, with one loose curl dangling in front of her eyes. She vaguely heard Professor Greengrass instruct the music to start before a lulling guitar opened up the music. As the music peaked slightly, with other instruments being added, the two lines took a step forward, with men and women bowing to each other. Hermione continued to keep her eyes cast down on the floor in front of her. She knew her body, one look and she would be lost.

The opening line filtered through her hearing … I've lost all my trust, though I've surely tried, to turn it around….

As the music played through the room, the two lines took a step forward, their right hands lifted as the partners circled each other. Hermione, without thinking, lifted her eye's to Draco's and like she knew it would, she was gone.

The music continued and her and Draco repeated the movement, except with their left hands, all the while their gaze unwavering from each other. She wondered if this was his own unique method of torture. Tell her she was unimportant and then look at her as though she was the only thing he would ever see again.

There was a gap between their hands, a small vacuum of empty space and Hermione could feel her hand twitching, she wanted to close the distance, to close her fingers over his own and draw him to her lips again, to burn her in the way he had done previously. But she restrained, settling instead for just feeling the sparks, from being so so close, but not touching.

… All my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace…

And then she stepped forward. Straight into his arms, and it was like she hadn't even realised that she felt empty, until his hand was her back and hers was one his shoulder. He slowly moved them across the floor, the background fading away until all she could see was him. He became her existence.

She didn't know who moved first, later on she would swear it was him, but they suddenly became a lot closer, their faces only inches apart. She needed to touch him, to kiss him, just for one moment, just so she didn't feel this need. Her hand curved slowly from his shoulder to the back of his neck because she needed to be closer, she couldn't bear it.

It was only when the music stopped and everyone began to stare, as the two of them gazed at each other, chests heaving and pupils so highly dilated, that he wrenched himself away from her. She watched him go, knowing that after this last dance, there was no way in Hell she could stay away.

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"It's gotten worse. All over the country, they're just disappearing. All are involved in the acting business, some are just small time theatre actors, whereas some could be film critics. He doesn't care, as long as they 'stand in his way', he's gonna take them out."

Harry watched as Tonks paced the room nervously, accidentally brushing past a framed picture and making it wonky. He twisted his fingers together and tried to shut out the constant ache of panic that surrounded him. Panic and fear, and paranoia.

"We mustn't act rashly," Dumbledore's deep lulling voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the Headmaster watching him. "Tom is more powerful than any of us know, he's had plenty of time to wait and plan and hide, all he is after is Harry. All other destruction that he creates is just there for his own pleasure and entertainment. Acting out of fear will lead us nowhere,"

"So what'd we do? We can't just sit around, the Order is getting restless Albus, even Moody wants to be involved in the action,"

The Order was an elite group meant only for the most powerful and best actors in the world. Harry's parents had been in it before their death. Harry's godfather Sirius, was using his home as the Order's 'base'.

"He must be monitored," Dumbledore continued, "We need to send people over to France. It seems that Tom's managed to coerce some of their own actors into following his ways. Try to find Jean-Paul Beleeve, if we manage to keep him on the side of the light, others should follow. But for now young Harry, go and find your friends, remember to laugh and smile, you have been too deeply invested in all of this and it is highly likely that Miss Granger and Mr Weasley are missing you,"

Harry nodded and rose from his chair, making his way over to the door.

"Oh and Harry? Give Miss Granger a message from me, the truth is a beautiful and terrible thing. Hers must be protected at all costs if she is too succeed the way she wishes,"

Harry tried not to roll his eyes at his favourite teacher's mysterious words, but instead smiled gently at his riddled way of speaking and stored the information away to give to his best friend later on.

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Draco just stared. There wasn't really a lot more that he could do. He could see her eyes brimming with tears and the sight made him shift uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here Granger?" The sight of her in his room was becoming far too familiar for his liking, and he could fall his tough walls crumbling a little just at the sight of her.

"How could you expect me to stay away?" She whispered, she crossed the room to stand in front of him and tentatively placed her hand on the side of his face. He flinched at her touch, but could not ignore the warmth of her palm against his cheek.

"Please Draco, I can't…"

He didn't know whether it was the tone of her voice, or the words she spoke, or the way her hair was piled on top of her head or how her honey eyes just seemed to melt him, or how she was asking him to give her this. In one fluid moment he was kissing her again, and it made no sense because they had argued and then ignored each other and then they had danced. And now they were kissing. But it was like that was what they did. They were opposites, so strong and so willing to fight each other that in the end, nothing would ever manage to keep them apart. Her kiss was more needy now, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, a move that gave away everything he had tried to hide.

He liked her. He wanted her. She was what his father would call a Mudblood, someone not worthy of an acting career, someone who lied and cheated so much that their blood became filthy. She was a Gryffindor. She had a boyfriend, who obviously adored her. She didn't care about his money or status the way other women did. She was clever. She was the most genuine person he had ever met. She was Hermione and he'd be damned if he was going to stop this.

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Hermione untangled herself from Draco's arms and turned back to face him, her lips turning up in a soft grin at his sleeping face. She rose from the bed and jumped slightly as his finger locked around her wrists.

"Stay," he murmured, still drowsy with sleep, she could tell, there was no way he would of said it to her if he was fully aware of his surroundings. She leaned down and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"I can't, I have to meet Ron for dinner," she murmured, frowning as his fingers tightened over her pulse point.

"And what are you going to say to Lover boy? Sorry I'm like, just been making out with our Final Performance teacher,"

"Don't do that Draco," Hermione said softly, pulling her arm out of his grasp. Don't ruin it,"

He sighed and said nothing, shutting his eyes closed again. A part of Hermione felt like it was breaking. Because it would always be this way. She had become a cheating whore and Draco would always be ashamed of her. Her fingers brushed slowly over his cheek one last time, as a wash of guilt and nausea rose up in her throat as she left his room.

She made her way down the staircase, smoothing down her hair and dodging round students. She found Ron waiting for her at the entrance to the Hall and forced a grin onto her face. She leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips, murmuring softly in surprise as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his face close to hers but she saw his eyes flicker to the side momentarily. As he turned and walked out, she glanced back over her shoulder to see Blaise stood in the shadows by the staircase and she rolled her eyes at Ron's insecurity. But what she didn't see, what Ron had seen, was Draco, stood at the top of the stairs, frozen in place.