A little over a week had passed since Draco had found Hermione under the tree; He had seen her around and in classes but she paid him no attention. He had overheard that Hermione had a bad fever and she had somehow caught the flu but Madame Pompfrey fixed her right up. She was back to her usual smart ass self.

Draco had returned late from quidditch practice to find Crabbe and Pansy making out on the sofa in the common room. Pansy was frantically kissing him as if it was the last time she was seeing him, he was just glad that she was all over someone else for a change. He laughed to himself and made his way back to his room, as he did Millicent skittered past him with Seamus in tow.

"What's a Gryffindor doing in our common room Bulstrode" Draco called out to Millicent. She stopped and turned around in haste "Oh shove off Malfoy!" she barked "we're only having fun" she stated.

Only having fun? Draco thought to himself...

He turned around and observed his fellow house mates, all acting rather peculiar and looking at each other like lost puppies; they looked like loved up 13 year olds. That's when it dawned on him. The potions were working.

He had a thought.

He turned back to Millicent and Seamus before they could get away. "You" Draco said in disgust "What's the password to the Gryffindor common room?" he asked.

"You think I'd give the likes of you the password to our common room?" Seamus spat

"Oh, come one" Millicent whined "The quicker you give up the password, the quicker we can leave and be alone" Millicent hummed in a low drawled voice

With the promise of sex Seamus was more than happy to give Draco the password to the Gryffindor common room. Once Draco got what he wanted he retreated to his room to change into something more comfortable before heading to the Gryffindor common room.

Draco whispered the password to the portrait "Abstinence" the door slowly and silently opened itself up to him. As he made his way inside he noticed how quiet it was compared to his common room; he came to the conclusion that everyone was probably out having sex with their potions partner.

"Let's see how Granger's feeling tonight" Draco whispered to himself with a smirk plastered on his face. He had every intention of winding her up, knowing full well that the potions from the following week were now taking action; He wanted to get her all hot and bothered just to see her face when he left her high and dry and wanting more...Only Draco thought that he was impervious to its influence.

Hermione was lying on her own in bed trying to finish an essay for potions class. The other girls from the dorm had decided to spend their night elsewhere otherwise indisposed. Hermione sighed to herself and wondered if her friends were still under the influence of their love potions or whether they were just stupid, she then laughed to herself, thanking Merlin that she and Draco's potion hadn't worked.

She had decided to wear her ripped gray jeans and plain white low cut shirt; she felt more herself in her lounge clothes than when she did wearing her school robes.

Hermione huffed already fed up with studying for potions. It was so tedious. Just as Hermione was about to give up and get ready for bed she heard a small knock coming from her partially open door.

As she approached the door she saw a slither of white blonde hair and immediately knew who it was, she swung the door open and stared at him for a brief moment. "What do you want?" she asked, slightly annoyed at his presence.

Draco leaned against the door frame "Was wondering where everybody had scurried off too" he said in an amusing manner.

"If you hadn't noticed, the girls are all out spreading their legs just waiting for any man to take them" Hermione said, disgusted by the thought. She turned her back on Draco and made her way across her room; Draco followed closing the door behind them.

"Hmmm, everyone except you" he hummed from behind her; she whipped around ready to meet his comment but lost her balance. Before she could fall Draco had wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up, their bodies once again brushing against each other much like they had the other week in the owlery, however, this time Hermione didn't pull away when Draco reached his hand up to her face.

He traced the line of her jaw softly with his thumb as he took in her scent. Her breath hitched at his gentle contact. His breath tickled her cheek and she could smell his toothpaste. Spearmint. She loved spearmint. Hermione tilted her head slightly to meet his gaze; to her surprise his eyes were not filled with hate or distain but filled with curiosity. After what felt like an eternity, Hermione tore her gaze away from his and Draco reluctantly removed his hand from her waist as the tension between them built.

"Thanks" Hermione mumbled as she turned away from him and walked to the window, her breathing heavy; she was trying to focus her thoughts, to think of anything other than the way Draco's body felt against hers or the way his scent excited her more than she'd ever care to admit. Her thought process was interrupted as she heard Draco drawing closer to her.

"Granger" he whispered as he placed a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder; she turned to face him. She knew these feelings were the work of the potion yet she couldn't help but wonder if any of these feelings were that of her own.

Before she could come to any coherent decision on what she was feeling she had thrown her arms around Draco's neck and was mere inches away from his face; his hand instinctively wrapped around her waist and drew her in closer. Draco lightly pressed his lips against Hermione's, she tasted like coffee. She returned his gesture by kissing him deeply. Hungrily.

When they broke apart her face was flushed, eyes shining; Draco smirked before returning his attention to her now swollen lips. They kissed lightly at first but after a few moments their kisses became desperate, his tongue in her mouth as her hips tilted against his. He could feel her breasts rise and fall against his chest which only excited him further.

Draco pulled away looking at her intensely "Are you sure?" he questioned in all seriousness. "Yes" she replied breathless; she started to kiss him again, her tongue fluttering against his. He buried his hands in her hair slowly leading them towards her bed without breaking their urgent kisses; he pulled her in closer thinking that he'd never be able to get close enough to her.