A/N so you might recognize the basic pattern here: I admit I got a wee bit lazy but I swear I put this in because I think it works perfectly with what I'm going for… you'll see Harry and Ron next chapter, but I wanted to give the two a bit of a good time before the trials and tribulations pop up again… sorry it's been so long, btw, but… uhm I have no excuse… but I swear I'm back :) so, I hope you enjoy, and review!! JM.

'Hermione! Where are you?' Draco called, trying to follow my footprints in the fallen snow.

'Somewhere a nasty Slytherin like you could never find me!' I called back, laughing. He, for some reason, had pulled me outside before breakfast, and had started pelting me with snowballs. Snowballs! Who knew a respectable, pure-blooded Slytherin like Draco would even know what a snowball was?

'Oh yea?' he called back, and I could just picture him, blond hair ruffled by the wind, cloak trimmed with fur billowing behind him, and pale cheeks actually turning pink from the cold.

I laughed happily as I ran behind a large tree, gasping for breath. I tried to listen for him approaching behind me, but my heart was pounding, and all I could hear was my own breathing. I think it was his years of being a Slytherin, always sneaking around the castle looking for trouble, but he got the better of me. Before I realized what was happening, his slender, gloved hand stuffed a lightly-packed snowball down my top.

'Draco!' I squeaked, as he grabbed me from behind, 'Draco, stop, I'm cold!'

'I'll just have to warm you up, then, won't I?' he drawled, pulling off his glove and reaching down my top.

'Mmm…' I sighed, leaning against his chest as he slid in behind me. Just then, though, I heard laughter from the lake. 'Draco, stop, we'll be spotted,' I said, trying to get away, but he only held me tighter.

'Miss Granger, you're not going anywhere,' he murmured into my ear.

'Draco!' I said firmly, still wriggling against his grip, 'we're supposed to be role models for the younger students… we can't be found fondling each other in the middle of the grounds by some first year – oh, my!'

Damn him. He had… well, moved down my top farther, and did something that he knew made me practically pass out with pleasure every time. For a moment, I stopped struggling, and, taking advantage of my momentary weakness, he took his chance: he spun me around so that our faces were inches apart. He moved his hand from my top, and encircled us in his cloak.

'Don't overreact. If you haven't noticed, I'm the only one doing any fondling here,' he muttered suggestively in my ear. As he did, his hands started moving slowly up my skirt and bare thighs. 'Besides… I believe even the Head Girl deserves some time off from being good, don't you agree?' he asked smoothly, kissing my jaw line and working his way down to my collar bone.

'Well…' I condoned, giving in, 'I suppose… just this once…'

'Excellent.' Smirking, he spun us both around and planted my back firmly on the tree that was sheltering us. 'Know what I've always fantasized about doing, Hermione? I've always wanted to-'

'Draco! Not so loud!' I hissed as an evil little grin spread across his face and he started to kiss lower.

'I've always fantasized about standing in the middle of a snowy day with the most gorgeous woman in England…'

I snorted, and told him, 'that is not what you were going to say.'

'Prove it,' he said, standing upright, and looking down his aristocratic nose at me.

'Just kiss me, Draco,' I told him, wrapping my arms demurely around his neck.

Obliging, he kissed me while I still had a smile playing on my lips. I could feel him smile insolently when, as he pushed me harder against the tree, I purred and entwined my fingers in his golden spun locks.

Our mouths were everywhere at once, and for a moment, we completely forgot where we were, and I let myself forget to worry.

As we came up for air, I could only gasp out, 'Oh, Draco, love, my love,' and I loved saying it. Love, I mean.

'Hermione,' he started, kissing and nipping my collarbone again… damn him and his boyish charms.

'Mhmm?' I asked, looking down at the top of his (adorable) head.

He stopped, and his silver eyes pierced mine for a moment. 'I just want you to know… how much that means to me.'

I didn't know what to say to that, but I knew they came from his (once nonexistent in my mind) heart. 'I'm glad,' was all I could find, but I think he could tell I meant it, too, because I stood up on my toes and kissed him softly.

Then, much to both our dismay (more his than mine, though…), I heard some first years calling out for our help. 'Ignore them,' Draco urged me, pressing his body up closer to mine and tilting his head so he could caress my jaw with his lips.

'We have to go, Draco,' I told him, sighing.

Leaning back slightly, he tilted his head to lean against mine. 'I expect to resume the moment we sort out this situation, you know… no matter if McGonagall is right beside us,' he said, backing up. As he did, he plastered a particularly frightening scowl on his face for the benefit for the ill timed first years that had spoiled our fun.

'I completely agree, Draco,' I said as I straightened out my robes.

We walked down to the lake, Draco covertly holding my hand, to save my Gryffindors from those damn Slytherins.

A/N…. so, yea. I just love that one too much to not give it a spotlight. I'm back in school, and I have another story going, too, but I swear to focus on this one more. Really. Hope you enjoyed… Review! Love, Jacinta.