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It's been two weeks since they last met and Hermione was freaking out. Harry was right with all of his crazy theories and she should tell him. But, that meant she would be breaking her promise to Draco. Draco was in danger, though. He needed a friend in a time like this.

But, are we even friends? She asked herself. She was fairly proud of herself for not showing what she knew to Harry or Ron, but she couldn't help but feel guilty.

The wizarding world was at war and this was probably something that someone should know…right?

Hermione found herself even trying to make a pros and cons list about revealing Draco's secret. In the end, she realized how ridiculous she was being and crumbled up the paper.

She was in the library, working on some homework. It was hard to concentrate, though. She was focusing on trying to get a better grade at potions than Harry and also her internal conflict with Draco kept bothering her. Suddenly, she became very aware of his presence just as he walked into the grand room.

Draco looked absolutely terrible. She noticed how skittish and reserved he was, jumping at every person who got in his way. He didn't even snap at them, he just shrugged them off. Suddenly, his steel eyes found hers and she felt a chill go through her, making her skin crawl.

He walked towards her, before she could even react.

"Granger." He asked, his voice hoarse.

"Malfoy?" she questioned, an eyebrow raised in surprise at him. He never approached her like this.

"I need you…to help me with my homework. Can you come with me?" he licked his lips in anticipation. His eyes were searching her own and she was in shock. Her thoughts trailed to the ugly underwear she put on today and she quickly scolded herself.

"Arithmancy, right? It was extra hard today." She said, gathering her things. She noticed a group of Slytherins were sneering at her, Pansy giving off the most hostile one. He gave her a weak smile, his shoulders falling with relief, and they both left the library together.

He guided her down the hallways of the school, in the same direction as his tower. Their tower. She watched as he felt along the cobblestone walls and notice when his hand disappeared. They climbed the stairs to the top, where he opened the door for her.

The moment she set her bag on the ground, he pushed her down on the couch. No words were spoken amongst themselves. He ripped her shirt off, buttons falling around them, showing her nude colored bra underneath. His mouth kissed her neck and she gasped aloud as he bit her.

"Draco, no marks."

"I'll fix it afterwards." He moved his hand behind her, unclasping her bra. He removed it harshly and soon his lips were all over her breasts. He was biting and licking her all over. His fingers wrapped around her tits, he sucked on her nipples, and he kissed her body vigorously.

She was overwhelmed with the raw passion between them. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she ground her hips into his. She could feel how hard he was underneath his pants, which drove her crazy. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but he was too busy touching her body. He rubbed her arms and thighs vigorously, kissing everything but her lips.

"Draco, I want your skin on mine…" and before she knew it, he stopped what he was doing, stood up, and undressed himself quickly. His chest and abs were glorious, and she felt herself get warm and wet when she saw his dick rock hard, hanging from him.

She found him pulling down her skirt and he actually smirked when he saw her underwear, plain nude ones that a granny would wear.

"Definitely my favorite," he lamely joked. She let out an embarrassed laugh and hit his arm, but he just ended up grabbing her wrist. Her eyes noticed the Dark Mark, but what caught her attention more was the fact that he was going to take her underwear off.

"Wait, I don't think I'm comfortable with that." She said, putting her hands over his. He stopped and went back up so that he was facing her. He could feel her nipples erect on his chest and he let out a harsh breath. He kissed her nose lightly and looked into her darkened eyes.

She felt his fingers along the edges of the elastic. He wrapped his fingers around it, and she felt him start to slide them off.

"Why aren't you comfortable with this?" he asked gently, keeping her calm.

"It's just…inappropriate to see me down there. I don't know…" she said, feeling quite flush. She tried to keep her breathing steady as he slid them slowly down her legs and after what seemed like forever, he slid them off completely.

"You've seen me down there, I want to see you." He said, slowly kissing her skin on the way down. "We've already had sex, it's not like you can't trust me."

She realized the logic in this and calmed herself down. Her legs weren't as tense and she spread them once Draco made his way down. He kissed her supple hips and she clenched her hands at her sides.

"Mmm, you smell so good." He teased her. She was about to retort back but then she felt his tongue begin to lick her folds.

"Oh my gods, Draco." She moaned out. She felt his tongue go deeper and work back up to her clit. He sucked the bud, feeling her wetness coming out. Hermione was in heavenly bliss.

"I'm going to finger you, too." He whispered, trying to make sure she was comfortable with it all and placed his mouth back on her. She felt a long digit curl inside her and she clenched her toes.

"Draco!" she breathed. He began to pump and suck with more enthusiasm. Her insides began to clench and from the new passion she was experiencing, she quickly came. Her hands found their way around his hair, pulling him closer. He quickly cleaned her up and tasted all of her.

He went up to face her; her face was red and hot. She was sweating – releasing her natural scent – and he enjoyed it immensely.

"Can I-can I take you from behind?" he asked brazenly, although he blushing profusely. His thoughts were on the day they went at it in the Quidditch stadium. He wanted to release all of his stress and pent up anger by pounding into her.

She simple nodded, her face turning a darker shade of red, but he could see in her eyes that she would enjoy it. She turned around and bent down in front of him. His hands wrapped gently around her waist and he thrusted all of him inside of her.

"Oh, Draco… Draco…" she moaned as he humped against her. He was pounding her with everything he had. His hands wrapped around her tits and pulled her close against him. She could feel him press against her G spot, making her moan out loud. He kissed her shoulders as he grinded himself into her, making her skin tingle. If they were tense before, it was melting away.

"Hermione…" He groaned against her ear, he was going to explode.

"Dra-Draco… I'm coming…" she cried out, pushing harder against him.

The moment he felt her tighten, he lost his senses and came along with her. He pulled out of her and he heard her sniffle.

"What's wrong?" he worried, pulling her close to him. Her face was covered with tears and she smiled as she looked at him.

"It just felt so damn good, that's all. I couldn't help but cry from the pleasure." She smirked, trying to wipe the tears away. He began to help her, rubbing his thumb along the edge of her cheek. Draco looked into Hermione's eyes; they weren't as dark as before, more like a chestnut brown. He loved how they seemed to be a different shade every time he looked at them. Her breathing was beginning to even out; she noticed she felt calm when they were close like this.

He smiled at her, looking down at her lips. They seemed to get closer…

Until she pushed him away.

"Do you feel better?" she muttered, averting her gaze. She began to gather her clothes and put them back on. Her heart was pounding again. He watched her, not wanting to separate so soon.

"Yes, I do. Thanks." He whispered, leaning his head against the cold cobblestone wall. "Sorry about taking you so abruptly."

"It's fine," she waved it off "I wasn't really doing anything worthwhile at that particular moment." She found her wand and quickly cleaned herself off and looked at Draco and the mess he was in, making her blush.

"I need cleaning, too." He smirked, amused as she cleaned him off with a quick flick of her wand.

"Are you getting dressed? It's almost time for curfew." She scolded, turning back into her uptight self. That made him smile. He said nothing as she magically did her buttons back. Before she went to grab her skirt, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Can you just stay with me for a bit?" he muttered into her skin. She looked at him and nodded, kneeling to sit next to him. She found herself snuggled into his chest, his arms embraced her, making her warm, despite the fact that she wasn't wearing anything else besides her underwear and shirt.

After a few moments of silence, Hermione broke the silence.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Draco tensed at the question but quickly relaxed his muscles before answering.

"I think I might, what about you?" he whispered against her hair.

"I'm planning on going with Ron and Harry, I think we are just going to the Three Broomsticks, though. Not much else to do." She said, promptly.
"Yeah, and have a nice, warm butterbeer." He savored the thought, wishing he was planning something that simple.

"Mmm, my mouth is savoring at the thought!" she laughed. He chuckled along with her and they spent the next hour talking about their favorite meals until she began to freak out over how late it became. Draco simply smiled at her.

Don't forget to tell me if there are any mistakes, please! Thanks for the read.