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Here is another update, the next few chapters will be the weekend Draco has planned. This is kind of a filler, but I thought I should show how Hermione felt in the week leading up to the big weekend.

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Hermione POV

Over the last few days I'd barely seen Draco. He was always off busy doing something, but he'd never tell me what it was. The first few days I hadn't thought much of it, but by the time Thursday night had rolled around and he was no where to be seen again I started to get worried.

I know he'd said he had something important to take care of, but the fact that he couldn't tell me what it was had me thinking the worst. Maybe he was avoiding me, maybe now that we'd gotten through everything he'd realized that he just wasn't that into me. I was hoping that was the case, but my overactive imagination wouldn't let me see things straight. I kept finding little things that went against Draco even though I was pretty sure they weren't there.

I kept thinking I saw him sneaking around corners with some girl who appeared to have red hair, but I wasn't sure. I had to trust Draco though and believe that he would stay faithful to me. That was the best I could do considering I was head over heels in love with him.

I just missed him being by my side constantly and being about to kiss him whenever I wanted. I hadn't woken up once in his bed since the beginning of the week and I have a feeling my lack of physical contact with Draco was what was making me jump to all of these conclusions. I'd admit it, I wanted him bad and I was frustrated that I couldn't have him. I was losing my freaking mind. I'd never been this kind of girl with a guy before, but yet again Draco had me reacting in all kinds of ways.

Late Thursday night after I'd spent hours in the library hoping Draco would show up because he knew I was there I started to head back to the Gryffindor house. I was pissed that he hadn't come and joined me like he said he might, he had to miss us as much as I did. When I walked out into the corridor I had all intentions of finding Ginny and dumping all of my feelings on her, but I changed my mind when I reached the main steps. Instead of going up to Gryffindor I decided to go down to Slytherin. If I wanted answers I'd go get them right from the source. Draco had a lot of explaining to do and I wasn't going to let him get around it. He'd been avoiding me for days and it was pissing me off.

I quickly made my way down to the dungeons and to the Slytherin house entrance. I said the password, which luckily hadn't been changed in the weeks since Draco'd told me it, and made my way into the common room. The place was deserted, but one look at the clock above the fireplace told me why, it was after one in the morning. How'd I managed to let that much time slip by in the library? How had no one kicked me out by that point? Oh well, there were more important matters to attend to.

I made my way up the steps to Draco's door and knocked. I wasn't going to burst in incase there was something in there I didn't want to see, like maybe another girl even though I was still hoping that Draco wasn't cheating. When there was no answer I knocked again, louder this time. This time behind the door I head movement, like Draco was getting out of bed.

A few seconds later the door was pulled open to reveal a sleepy looking Draco Malfoy, his grey eyes were tired looking, his hair was messy as if he'd been asleep, and he was in absolutely nothing but a pair of green boxers. He looked damn good if I did say so myself. Apparently he'd been asleep, no other girl included. I really needed to keep my brain from overreacting; I knew Draco only wanted me just like I wanted him. I just wished I'd been able to see him more often this week. "Hermione?" Draco's groggy voice comes. "What's wrong?" he asks, pulling the door open farther and stepping aside so I can come in.

"Where have you been the last few days?" I ask quietly, I just need to know the answers. Now that I'm standing right in front of him I'm no longer mad, all I want is to reach out and pull him close.

"I've been busy," he mumbles, it's clear he's still half asleep.

"Doing what?" I push.

"It's a surprise," Draco answers moving closer to me until he's standing right in front of me. "For you," he adds in clarification.

"For me?" I ask in surprise and confusion as I look up at him.

"Don't you remember I said I had a big weekend planned for us?" he asks, he's starting to wake up a bit. I can tell by the teasing in his voice and the clearness in his eyes.

"Oh," I murmur, glad the room is dark so he can't see the blush that is rising on my cheeks. Here I am thinking he's trying to avoid me when he's really planning a big romantic weekend for the two of us, I'm such an idiot. How could I ever forget that he'd do anything for me and that he'd never go looking for another girl?

"Were you jealous?" he asks slowly, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight shining through the window.

"Of what? " I scoff, trying to pretend like he isn't completely correct.

"Of the fact that I haven't been spending every minute of the last week with you?" he teases again, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

"Of course not," I protest, trying not to seem affected by his words and his proximity.

"Don't lie to me Hermione," Draco whispers as he leans his head down to brush his soft lips over the base of my neck. "I can read you like an open book," he murmurs and I know it's true. Does that mean he can tell I love him?

"Fine," I give in as his lips start to work harder against my neck. "I was jealous," I groan. "Are you happy now?" I pout as his lips leave my neck and his grey eyes meet mine.

"Are you planning on staying the night?" he asks, his eyes full of what he's thinking of doing. It's clear he is completely awake now, his slumber long forgotten in the wake of the possibility of the pleasure that is sure to come.

"Yes," I answer as I put my hands on hips naked hips.

"Then yes, I am happy," Draco answers before crashing his lips on mine. Just like that we are lost in each other and making up for the days since we've last been this close. Tonight is quick and to the point, neither of us wanted to wait any longer than we had to to feel each other as close as possible.

When I'm laying in Draco's arms later that night(…or is it morning?), he is running his hands through my hair as I draw patterns on his exposed chest. "Hermione?" Draco's rough voice pulls my attention away from his chest and my eyes shift to his.

"Yes?" I ask as I look at him.

"I'm glad you came over tonight. You have not idea how much I wanted you in my arms," he says into the darkness and I feel butterflies in my stomach, I feel the same way.

"I think I have some idea," I whisper as I reach up to trace is jawline with my fingers. "I've missed you the last few days," I say quietly as my fingers brush over his lips.

"I've missed you too," Draco says. "But this weekend will be worth it, trust me," he whispers as he pulls me closer to his chest. I cuddle in knowing we're done talking and it's time to go to sleep.

"I do," I whisper into his chest as I close my eyes and fall asleep. Tonight made me realize just how much I do trust Draco and just how much I need him. I know I was overreacting in the library, but I'm happy that I've stopped doubting myself. I have a feeling Draco loves me as much as I love him, we'll find out this weekend when I tell him exactly how I feel. There's no point in waiting any longer, my feelings are never going to change.

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