Shocked at how naturally those three words came, Hermione paused for a moment, although Draco didn't seem to notice, and his lips and tongue were moving as insistently and energetically as ever. She pressed back on his lips, then tried to sit up.

He moved away so she could sit up, not really knowing if she wanted to stop.

"Do you need to go back to your house to get your stuff?" she asked. "I mean, it can't be very comfortable to sleep in jeans. And I don't have any extra toothbrushes."

"I'm not planning on sleeping in jeans." He laughed at her. "And I think I will be fine without my toothbrush for one night... I don't want to leave you." He said and kissed her shoulder.

She giggled. "Well then, I'm going to make a small request. Can I take off my pointe shoes, and brush my teeth? Because these things are getting a bit uncomfortable," she said with a smile.

"You can take off whatever you want to." He smirked jokingly before kissing her and letting her move from the bed.

She groaned and rolled her eyes at him, but kept smiling nonetheless. Hermione scooted over to the edge of the bed, let one foot dangle off, and began untying the ribbons of the other.

He couldn't help it, he crawled over to her, sitting on the bed behind her and moved her hair away from her neck, kissing her neck softly and wrapping his arms around her.

She giggled. "How do you expect me to be able to do anything, if you keep hindering my movement?" she teased, looking over her shoulder and kissing his cheek, right next to his ear.

She tossed her shoe on the ground, and it landed with a thud. She raised her other foot up and began undoing that knot, while stretching out the toes of her other foot.

"I know, but I can't help it." He smiled against her neck. "I am drawn to you and I can't control it." He laughed slightly.

She tossed her other shoe on the floor, then placed her hands on his arms, wrapped around her. "Can I go take a shower? I'm pretty sure my hair's greasy." She giggled.

"No it's not." He said. "But of course you can, I'll just wait here." He smiled and gave her neck one last kiss before letting her go.

She stood up, turned around, and pecked his lips before walking into the bathroom. Slowly, she took off her clothes, as if each article had special meaning and moving them too much would make them lose their significance. She still wasn't sure this whole thing wasn't a dream, but she didn't want to find out if it was. Tonight had been the greatest fun she had had in a long time, and she needed to find some way to thank Draco. Stepping into the shower, she quickly rinsed off, scrubbing her body and hair with the orange-vanilla soap and shampoo she loved. When she shut the water off, she grabbed her towel and looked for her pajamas, but couldn't find them. Shoot! she realized. I must have left them on my bed!

Draco lay in the bed and waited for her. He couldn't believe how happy he was. He had only been with her for half a day and he already felt that tingling feeling in his body that you only get when you really love someone. This was crazy. He had never felt this way for any other girl before. He heard the shower come off and waited, but no one came out. He started to wonder what she was doing. He went over to the door and knocked on it, softly. "Hermione?" He asked.

"Draco," she called cautiously. "I left my nightgown on my bed somewhere. It's light green, with eyelet lace around the hem. Can you see if it's out there, and then hand it to me it you find it?"

"Um sure..." He replied. "Let me look..." He went over to the bed and found it; he decided to play her a joke, just for fun. "Hermione? I can't find it anywhere..." He said and tried to hold back his laugher.

She called back hesitantly, "Um... all right, I'll grab a different one." She emerged from the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around her just under her arms. She glanced at the bed, hoping Draco had just not seen it. She really liked that nightgown. When she realized Draco had it in his hand, she walked over to him grumpily. "You jerk!" she cried, trying not to laugh. Snatching the nightgown away, she started to walk back towards the bathroom.

He laughed at her and cauht her around her waist before she could return to the bathroom. "No, no, no, that was not the plan." He smiled and breathed in her shampoo.

She giggled, struggling to get free. Suddenly, because of their play-wrestling, her towel fell. But rather than feel embarrassed, as she thought she would, Hermione only felt slightly shy. "Oops!" she laughed, as she hastily covered herself with her hands, then reached for the towel on the ground.

He smiled at her. "God... you are gorgeous..." Draco said and wrapped the towel tightly around her body and giving her a kiss. "Go change now."

Smiling, she walked back into the bathroom, but didn't close the door this time. She turned away from him, dropped the towel, and put her night gown on. It complimented her nicely, she thought. The sea-foam green colour brought out the almost black low lights in her hair, and made her chocolate brown eyes warmer. The silk felt nice on her skin, too. She turned towards the mirror, glancing in it to see Draco's reaction.

He watched her, a smile playing on his lips, she was even more beautiful in that night gown than usual, if it was even possible. "I miss you... when are you coming back?" He yelled from the bedroom, keeping eyes contact with her through the mirror.

Hermione rested her hand on her chin, to look as though she were thinking hard. "I was thinking sometime in February, if that's doable for you." She grabbed her wand and tapped her teeth, magicking away any grossness left over from dinner. After assuring that all leftover dinner had been removed, she sauntered back towards Draco. Hermione locked her arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes.

"Whatever works for you," he whispered, and kissed her again.

Hermione began walking backwards, pulling Draco with her, until she lay down on the bed. Draco hesitated for a moment, then lay down on top of her. She reached her arms up and tangled her fingers in his smooth hair.

He moaned softly into her lips as she sucked on his bottom one, and hesitantly moved his hands up a bit higher than her waist. When Draco felt her fingers untangle from his hair he swiftly tried to slide his hands back down, but her hands stopped his, holding them in place. As his tongue explored her mouth, she slowly walked her fingers up his arms until they settles on his strong shoulders.

He felt her moan when he moved his left arm around her back and his right hand over. He gently kneaded her breast, feeling her nipple harden through the silk of her nightgown. His left hand moved downward slowly so as not to startle her, then ran over her muscular behind. He marveled again at how strong she felt, even just standing here. It was like nothing he had experienced before.

Hermione noticed where things seemed to be heading, but she couldn't bring herself to stop Draco. His hands were gentle, and he cared for her. The feeling of his firm fingers against her chest sent waves of pleasure through her body, although she didn't want to admit it. The other arm was exploring the back of her body, running from the nape of her neck down as far as he could reach, just below her bottom. Suddenly, a feeling of need washed through her body, and the slow, even pace with which he had been stroking her was not enough anymore. She brought her arms down and reached under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles from years of quidditch.

When Draco felt her fingers slide higher, he couldn't help but groan at her touch. Pulling his lips away from her mouth, he began kissing her jaw, her cheek bone, her ear, her neck, her collar bone. As Hermione leaned her head back to expose more skin, Draco brushed one of the spaghetti straps of her nightie off her shoulder and moved his face downward. He kissed the top of her breast, the placed kisses all around the outside of it, before moving into the center and playing with her nipple. While one hand remained behind her neck, holding her head, the other had slipped below the hem of her night gown and was tracing patterns on her stomach. Now, though, it was not enough. His fingers crawled up her body and paid homage to her other breast, so his mouth worked magic on one while his fingers took care of the other. Her hands found their way back into his hair, and pulled his face back up to hers.

Their kissing reached a new level of franticness, and soon both had to come up for air. As they both breathed heavily Hermione leaned against Draco's chest and his arm encircled her. She hadn't been held this way since before Ron had gone crazy, and even then, one hand hadn't rested between them, still holding on to her breast.

"You're so beautiful," Draco whispered into the top of her head. Though he didn't wish to say so out loud yet, he had never seen a more perfect pair of breasts. Though only a 34 B, they fit her frame nicely, and the petal pink of her nipples was the perfect shade. He pinched her nipple once more and felt her gasp, and smiled, satisfied that he could make her feel this way.

Hermione couldn't believe how wonderful that had all felt. Ron had always been so rough, and even though they hadn't gone all the way and she had been clear that she wasn't ready, he always seemed to forget and she had to pull away quickly before things went too far. "Thank you," she whispered back. "That was perfect." Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she lifted it up and over his head. "Let's go to sleep."

As she turned around and walked back over to the bed, Draco slid his jeans off to reveal a pair of blue cotton boxer briefs. He walked quickly behind her, admiring her derriere as she went, and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

Hermione lay down under the covers and motioned for Draco to do the same. Once they were both lying down she scooted over and rested her head on his chest and felt him draw his arm around her, pulling her closer. They both fell asleep in this manner, peaceful and happy.