Hermione's eyes fluttered open, the light snore from the warm body pressed against her pulling her from her sleep. She rolled slowly to her side, pushing herself up on one elbow and glanced at the glowing numbers on the clock beside the bed – 4am it read. She reached carefully across him, switching on the bedside lamp and smiling in the subtle light. He was lying on his back, one arm circling his head, the other flung protectively over her hip. His breathing was even and his face tranquil; his strong jaw now covered in a light stubble, long lashes resting on his high cheek bones.

A jumble of images from the previous night flashed through her mind; his mouth on her breast, his warm breath on her skin, the slide of his belly against hers. She'd been with other men, but none of them had made her feel like he had. The warmth of his touch, the way he moved, the whispered words. There had been no hesitation, he'd been completely with her, worshipping her with such reverence her entire body almost hummed.

It had been so long since she'd had someone sleeping beside her, so long since she felt completely comforted by another man. Her mind flashed to Oliver, and she hated him even more for intruding in this moment. He'd never held her when she slept, never even touched her. He was all for the great sex but he liked his space when he slept.

And she'd never thought it odd until this moment.

The simple touch of Draco's hand on her hip had a warmth spreading through her and a smile crossing her face. She pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder and ran her hand across his chest feeling the rise and fall with each breath he took. He was stunning. There was really no other word for it, simply stunning.

The gentle warmth spreading through her became a sudden heat and she found herself wanting him. Now.

She pulled the covers back slowly, finding him hard and ready, and she smirked, wondering what exactly he was dreaming. She pressed kisses to his chest and stomach, in an attempt to wake him, but his reaction was to simply murmur something unintelligible and remain asleep. Leaning in, she ran her tongue around the shell of his ear, whispering his name, her hand sliding down his torso, and wrapping her fingers around him, stroking him lightly. He murmured again and shifted his hips, and she bit her lip, the want of him between her thighs rose steadily heating her core. His eyes flickered and her name left his lips in a whimper when she increased the pressure of her grip. She licked her lips, the sudden need to taste him was overwhelming, and she knew he'd wake instantly when she took him in her mouth. And she was right.

Draco's eyes flew open. Something warm and wet was sliding around his cock. Surely she wasn't? He groaned and looked down at the mass of curls brushing against his thighs and stomach, Oh, fuck! Yes she was.

"Hermione?" He groaned, not believing his eyes. Hermione looked up at him, her mouth smiling around his shaft, before continuing the slow torture she was currently performing.

She felt him shift, rising up on his elbows, brushing her hair from her face and watching her as her mouth bobbed up and down. Her teeth lightly grazed his shaft and her tongue swirled around his tip on every movement.

She pressed a hand to his stomach, her fingers drawing circles across his skin, mimicking her tongue circling his cock. His wildest fantasies had not even come close to the feeling of the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue slid against him, the tight suction as she moved her head up and down. Draco cursed loudly when she lightly ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh and cupped his heavy balls in her palm, squeezing them gently and rolling them along her palm. He looked down to see her watching him. She smiled around his cock, a mischievous glint in her eye as she slid her hand from his balls, down his thigh, reaching between her own thighs.

"Fuck, Hermione!" He groaned, watching her hand move frantically between her legs.

If I ever meet her arsehole ex husband, I'll shake his hand and thank him for leaving her Draco thought, his hips jerking upwards, and she moaned around him, her mouth vibrating around his shaft, What moron leaves this?

He swore again as she increased the suction, picking up her pace. His hips continued to move in tiny thrusts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. He could feel the pressure building low in his spine, spreading to his balls and along his shaft.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cried out when she paused at his tip, her tongue sliding along the slit, lapping at the beads of moisture gathering there. As much as he wanted her to continue, the overwhelming desire to be inside her gripped him. He sat up and pulled her into his lap, her knees landing either side of his hips.

She smirked at him, "You weren't enjoying that?"

"On the contrary, you can do that anytime you like." His voice was deep, almost a growl, "But right now, there's another tight hole my cock wants to be inside of."

"Is that what you were dreaming about?" She quirked an eyebrow at him and he frowned, "Because whatever was going on in your head was certainly causing a...rise in you."

He laughed and brushed his thumb across her lips, "No, I think you had it right. Your mouth gets a rise out of me all the time."

"Well maybe I should finish what I started." she kissed his chest, moving lower but he gripped her arms and pulled her back to him.

"No," he told her, "If you keep doing that it will be over all too quickly."

Hermione smiled at his admission and cupped his jaw, pulling him towards her, crashing her lips against his. He opened his mouth allowing her tongue to slide against his. She moaned into his mouth, and before he could flip them over and fuck her into the mattress, she reached her hand down and stroked him. He had teased her into a quivering mess just a few hours ago and now it was her turn to have him melting beneath her.

He inhaled a sharp breath and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his jaw clenching as her grip on him tightened and her hand continued to move slowly over him. Her thumb brushed over the tip and he shuddered, his stomach clenching. He cursed and shifted his hips, digging his fingers into her lower back.

"More," he murmured and nodded when she increased the speed of her hand and asked like that?

Not wanting him to finish with just her hand, she pushed him gently and he fell back to the bed. Her hands slid across his stomach, his muscles clenching as her fingertips brushed against his heated skin. She leaned forward, kissing his chest, her teeth biting his nipple causing him to jerk beneath her. She dragged her tongue across his chest, biting gently at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, her hands gripping his hair, roughly pulling his head back, so her tongue could continue to taste every inch of him.

She smiled smugly at the low groans sounding from him. She sat up, his hard length slipping between her slick folds as she rocked her hips, before she wrapped her hand around his cock giving him one last firm stroke and positioning his tip at her wet opening. She bit her lip, and then smiled at him before sinking slowly down onto him.

His lips parted and he let out a shaky exhale, his fingers gripping her hips.

When he was all the way inside her, she leaned forward, placing her forearms either side of his head and kissing him deeply. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He grew impossibly harder inside her, his cock straining and swelling and feeling like he would last mere seconds.

She continued to lick his skin, her fingers pinching at his nipples. He threw his head back and groaned her name, his hips thrusting upwards. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, clenching and unclenching, teasing him, slowly moving her hips

"Hermione," he whispered from beneath her, her hands were pressed firmly against his chest as she rode him slowly, torturously.

Draco sat up, wrapping his arms around her pulling her flush against his body. He kissed the valley between her breasts, the skin over her heart, his fingers digging into her back as he thrust up into her and she moaned his name into his shoulder.

She sucked at his neck and kissed her way up to his clenched jaw, "So good," she murmured against his lips, "You feel so fucking good." She pulled back, her eyes locking on his, as her hips continued their slow grind, moving in tiny circles. Draco shifted his hand, moving it between them to press against her clit and her head dropped back, a quiet moan punctuated the air. He tried to speed her up, but she refused, keeping her movements slow and measured.

Draco was unravelling, faster than he would have liked. Her murmured words, her tight heat surrounding his cock. She felt incredible, a feeling he never wanted to lose. "Faster," he begged, "Faster, please."

Hermione smirked, "Are you begging, Mr Malfoy?"

Draco gripped her hips harder, "Yes," he groaned.

"And what is it that you're begging me for?"

He was breathing hard, but managed to ground out, "I'm begging you to fuck me."

Hermione leaned forward, pressing her chest to his, her tongue dragging along his jaw. Her teeth bit down on his ear lobe, and her voice was deep and husky when she whispered, because you asked so nicely. And she began to ride him hard, squeezing her inner muscles around him as she slammed down hard and fast, her clit sliding against his pelvis as his cock hit the sweet spot inside her. Her orgasm was building deep in her belly, threatening to explode. She felt his cock swell inside of her, pulsating through her heat,

"Give it up Draco." Her voice was barely a whisper, "Come inside me. Let me watch you."

Draco leaned back, reaching his arms behind him supporting himself. He threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut, thrusting up into her, matching her pace. Their heavy breaths and their sweaty bodies slapping against each other were the only sounds in the room. He wanted to wait for her but he couldn't hold on. His fantasies hadn't done her justice; the way she felt, the way she looked, the way she moved hadn't come close to even the wildest fantasies he'd had.

Oh, he'd be definitely sending a thank you note to her idiot ex husband.

His body tensed beneath her, "Oh, Fu-" he cried out, "Hermione, fuck!" She felt the liquid heat from his cock spill into her body and she stilled, feeling him pulse inside her. The intimacy of their position, of watching him fall apart, of him coming inside her took her breath away. She reached down to where their bodies were joined, her fingertips brushing against him and he choked out a strangled cry.

She began to move slowly, mimicking his own torturous slide from the previous night. She was close, not sure if she could get there without him, but she need not worried. He reached between them, pulling her own hand away and rubbing furiously against her clit. She clutched at his shoulders as she rode him. Her own orgasm hit her hard and fast, surging through her, as she spasmed around him, her head thumping against his shoulder, moaning his name.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his head against her chest, breathing hard. Hermione brushed her hands through his sweat soaked hair, and rested her cheek on the top of his head. She felt him softening inside her, but she didn't want to move, didn't want to lose the intimacy of the moment, the feeling of their naked bodies wrapped together.

Draco shifted beneath her, falling backwards to the mattress, pulling her with him. She moved down his body, pressing their chests together, nuzzling her face into his neck. His hands were rubbing slowly up and down her spine, her body completely relaxed and sated and enjoying this moment of complete bliss.

"Draco," she whispered.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her shoulder, "Fantasy Hermione has nothing on you."

She lifted her head and raised an eyebrow, "Fantasy Hermione?"

"Oh, yeah. I've had some wild nights with her."

"Really?" Hermione giggled, "Well then you will be pleased to know that Fantasy Draco has been showing me a good time as well."

"We're pathetic, you know that?" He laughed.

Hermione rolled off him, wincing as he slid out of her. She rolled to her side, and he mirrored her pose, their legs tangled together, his arm reaching across her hip. She ran her fingers along the warm skin of his arm, goose bumps rising on his flesh.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, kissing her gently.

"So are you," she said, making him laugh.

Draco reached down and pulled the covers over them, shifting closer to her and pulling her to him so their bodies were pressed together. He leaned into her and pressed another soft kiss to her mouth. She sighed softly and he asked quietly, "Would it be inappropriate of me to ask that it's only me that gets to see you like this?"

She brushed his hair from his forehead and kissed him gently, "At the moment, you are the only one."

"Good," he said with a grin, "Because I don't share."

Hermione laughed, "Well, neither do I."

"I'm glad we've settled that then," Draco kissed her and tentatively put his hand on her stomach, "Can I ask about this?"

"What do you want to know?" She ran her hand down his chest and he stilled it with his hand, bringing it to his lips.

"Only as much as you want to tell me." He kissed her fingers and smiled.

Hermione was watching his lips on her hand, a tiny gesture that made her heart flutter. She cleared her throat and then raised her eyes to his, "I was lucky to survive. My mother was killed instantly, but my dad lingered for two days. There was no way he was going to survive, but he held on anyway. He was stubborn like that," she smiled at him, "Of course, I had no idea about any of it; I was barely hanging on myself. I'd been trapped beneath the dashboard and my pelvis was broken and the internal damage was irreversible."

"Your pelvis was broken, and yet you run like you do?" He looked suitably impressed.

"I didn't happen right away," she laughed, "It was almost a year of rehab before I took up running, and even then snails were overtaking me. There was a lot of pain and anger and even more cursing before I ran my first mile."

Draco grinned at her, running his thumb across her bottom lip "Did you swear as much before the crash?"

She snorted a laugh, "Yeah, that's one thing that didn't change."

"How long-" he hesitated and Hermione palmed his cheek.

"Draco, you can ask me anything you want," she said, "I prefer that you did."

Draco kissed her palm, "How long was it before they told you about your parents?"

"I was in a coma for about ten days before I stabilised, and since i had so many drugs running through me, it was another week before I was truly aware of what was happening. Harry told me then." Her brows pulled together, "I was pretty angry. Harry bore the brunt of it, but I guess that's why he told me. He knew how I'd react. That I'd blame the person who told me. I knew it wasn't his fault, but at the time it was easier to blame everyone around me, rather than the faceless woman who actually killed them."

"And the driver?"

"Jail," Hermione said simply, "She got the maximum; fourteen years for my each of my parents and another four for the damage to me."

He cupped her jaw, studying her face, "I can't even imagine what you went through."

She shook her head, "It was no worse than you losing Scorpius's mother."

"No," he disagreed, "I wasn't physically hurt by that. What you had to...I can't even...how did you do it?"

"I didn't cope at all at first. I kind of went off the rails for a while. I was angry at everyone, not just the driver," she drew her finger along the faded scar, "I refused to leave the house, except to go to my physical rehab. I refused to talk to talk to any of my friends, but Harry still came to see me every day, even though all of those visits were silent. I pretty much became a hermit, and didn't deal with what had happened at all. I figured if I pretended it didn't happen, all the pain would go away."

"I'm assuming it didn't?"

Hermione laughed, "No, it didn't help at all. In fact it just made me worse. But being the stubborn arse that I am, I refused any and all help. I just wanted to be left alone to wallow in my own misery. And then Harry and Ron decided that they'd had enough of my pathetic attitude and yelled at me and told me to get off my lazy arse and to stop being a miserable git."

Draco laughed, "No, they didn't!"

Hermione grinned and nodded, "Oh, they did. And Pansy and Ginny got in on the torture as well. And they all became the bane of my existence. They had had enough of my crap and showed me no sympathy, pushed me past my limits and got me back on my feet. And even though I treated them all like crap, they never left my side. Not for one minute."

"Good friends, huh?"

"At the time I didn't think so. I hated the lot of them. Threatened them several times with death. But now," she smiled and shook her head, "They're still the bane of my existence, but I no longer hate them."

"And your ex? Where does he fit into all this?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "You're asking about my ex-husband while you're naked in bed with me?"

Draco nodded, "Tell me about him," he drew spirals over her hip with his fingertips, "After sharing a bed with you, I'm curious as to why he gave you up."

She lowered her eyes from his, "I told you why." Her voice was hushed, and Draco winced. Had he pushed too far?

Draco tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him, "Sorry," he said quietly, "I shouldn't have gone there."

"No, it's fine," she replied, "I said you could ask anything."

"Yes, you did," he smiled apologetically, "But some things may be off limits, and you don't have to tell me about him just because I asked."

Hermione sighed, "Honestly, I don't know why he left. Well, not all of it. I was completely up front with him, from the first day we met. He knew what had happened, knew what it meant if he stayed with me and he was constantly reassuring me that he wanted to be with me, that nothing was wrong and that this didn't matter. I took his word as the truth, and I thought that he was different, that I'd found the person I would spend the rest of my life with. And at the start it was perfect. But a few months after we were married, he started to change.

"He started working late, was constantly out with friends and when he was at home, he barely spoke. And when I would ask him about it, he would just say he was exhausted, that work was crazy, and that once things settled down he would be all mine again. I put up with it for a while, but I finally exploded and the truth came out. And suddenly it did matter. He wanted a child. A family of his own and apparently he had been looking for what he wanted elsewhere."

Draco pressed his lips to her forehead, "You know that his leaving had nothing to do with you." Hermione looked at him skeptically, and he smiled, sliding his fingers from her hip to her stomach, slowly tracing them along her scar, "What happened to you was not your fault. And anyone who cannot see that is an arse. He knew everything about you, he married you and then still blamed you. He's the despicable one, not you. And not all men are like him."

Hermione tried to hide her smile, but was unsuccessful. He was not what she was expecting. But then she'd had so lowered her expectations of men that she had all but given up on them. And he was right, not all men were Oliver; Pansy and Ginny had pointed that out to her often enough. And Draco was certainly different. He was attentive and caring, and after the previous night's activities, more concerned with her pleasure than his own. She hated to compare them, but Oliver was only concerned with getting her there once, and then taking the rest for himself. Draco had tipped her over the edge four times in that first round, no one had ever done that.

"Are you comparing yourself to him?" she teased.

He smirked at her, "Oh, I'm fairly certainly by the look on your face right now, I have nothing to be concerned about."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, "Maybe you shouldn't be so smug."

Draco's fingers that were drawing lightly over her stomach slipped lower, stopping at the tiny patch of neat curls just above her slit, "I'm never smug."

Hermione laughed, "Oh, you so are."

She hooked her leg over his hip, the sudden movement causing his fingers to slip lower. And he didn't hesitate to slide his fingers inside her. She was still warm and slippery from him having been so recently inside her, and he began to pump his fingers slowly. She sighed as his lips wrapped around her nipple, his tongue flicking across it, his teeth biting down gently. Her fingers ran over his scalp, slipping through his hair, holding him in place.

She felt him growing hard against her, and she reached down, circling him with her hand. She matched his lazy rhythm, stroking him slowly as his fingers gently pumped into her.

He rolled her over and kissed her neck. He reached between them and slid inside her, slowly filling her, stopping when their hips met. His pressed his entire weight against her, kissing along her throat, and whispering into her ear, "You make me smug."

Hermione smiled and asked herself again, who was this man?

He began to move slowly, every inch of him moving through her. She stretched beneath him, pulling him closer, not moving with him, just wanting to feel him, him and nothing else. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to this, the slow, sensual burn, the slip of skin against skin, the heavy weight of him over her, not possessive, not dominating, instead she felt comforted, protected, safe.

But what was sure about was that she did want to get used to it. He felt so familiar, so right. And if this didn't work out, well, she was screwed, because after only one night with him, he had completely ruined her for all other men.

"Fuck, you're perfect" he said close to her ear, and moved harder, jerking roughly. He raised himself up on his knees, gripping her hips and pounding into her, his eyes focused on where they came together, watching himself fuck into her.

Reaching down her fingers found her clit and began to rub it frantically.

"Oh, fuck." Draco swore and even in his own ears his voice sounded harsh. He'd never been so desperate to have a woman fall apart beneath him. "Touch yourself, just like that. Get there. Fucking get there."

Hermione closed her eyes, focusing on the delicious feeling that was escalating rapidly through her body. She was right on the edge. She took a deep breath and fell apart completely as she felt her orgasm hit. She came hard, clenching around him, the fingers of her free hand bunched in the sheets.

Draco's body seized and he cried out sharply, jerking his hips erratically as he came inside her. He sunk down against her, his hands gripping her hair, his mouth seeking hers, almost desperate, his hips still rocking against her.

Hermione clung to him, small tremors wracking her body as he continued to slide through her. He groaned against her neck as he came again and finally stilled inside her. Their eyes met, he exhaled a heavy breath and placed a kiss over her pounding heart.

She brushed her fingers though his hair, "Are you trying to kill me?"

He looked up at her and grinned, "Would you die happy?"

"Smug bastard," Hermione laughed and pulled him back down to her mouth.

Hermione arched her back, reaching her arms above her head lengthening her morning stretch. The morning light was filtering in through the curtains and she sighed; she'd not planned to spend the night here with him, but she couldn't have forced herself out of his bed if her life had depended on it. She reached her hand across and discovered that the bed was empty and the sheets were cool, Draco appearing to having risen some time ago. She glanced at the clock - 9am it read - three rounds of phenomenal sex and half a dozen orgasms really took it out of you.

She knew Draco had to pick up Scorpius from Ginny and Harry's; it was Sunday morning and he had to play football, and she wondered why he hadn't woken her.

And then she heard voices in the living room, Ginny and Draco. Him thanking her for having Scorpius for the night, thanking her for stopping by to pick up his football gear. Clearly Draco had called and asked Ginny to take him to play. She could almost hear the smirk in Ginny's voice as she told him that it was no problem. She obviously knew Hermione was still there and she groaned inwardly. Ginny and Pansy were going to love this.

"I think I left them in your room Dad!" Hermione heard Scorpius yell and the door to Draco's bedroom flung open.

It took only a split for Hermione's brain to realise that she was naked, and in Draco's bed, and his son had just walked in on her, before the mortification hit. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him.

"Hermione?" Even without opening her eyes Hermione could hear the confusion in his voice.

Shit.

Realising she couldn't simply pretend to be asleep; she secured the sheet tightly around herself and sat up to look at him. She smiled way too brightly in an attempt to distract him from her flushed face, "Good morning Scorpius."

"Why are you in dad's bed?" he was frowning at her.

"Did you find them Scorp?" Draco said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder, a smirk planted firmly on his face, "Sorry, Hermione. We didn't mean to wake you."

"Why is Hermione in your bed?" Scorpius still looked puzzled as to why she would be in his father's bed.

"Hermione had a sleep over," Draco explained, avoiding Hermione's gaze, for fear of laughing at the horrified expression she was attempting to hide.

"But you said she was going home after coffee."

"Well, we started talking, and it got really late, so she stayed."

"Where did you sleep?" the innocence in his question had Hermione biting her lip.

"In your bed," Draco told him, a small lie to avoid an awkward explanation, "I hope that's okay?" Scorpius nodded, "Did you find your boots?"

"Oh, no I forgot," he answered and headed for Draco's closet.

Hermione glared at Draco, "Are you kidding me?" Hermione hissed.

"Is there a problem?" he whispered, barely holding his laughter in check.

"Got 'em," Scorpius said triumphantly holding up his boots.

"Why were they in my closet anyway?" Draco asked and Scorpius shrugged, making a humming noise that sounded very much like I don't know.

"Will you be here when I get back?" he asked Hermione, no longer seeming to be fazed by her in his father's bed.

"Um," she murmured, "Maybe."

"Brilliant," he exclaimed, "See you when I get back."

Draco glanced back over his shoulder as he followed his son out of the room, grinning at her. She flopped back down on the bed, groaning as she heard Scorpius inform Ginny that Hermione had a sleep over in dad's bed. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, and then shook her head. Maybe this whole inability to have children wasn't as bad as she thought.

She heard the door close with a click and Draco burst out laughing. "This is funny?" Hermione asked, lifting her head from the pillow, still mortified.

Draco sniggered, crawling across the bed, "He's been interrupting us every chance he gets. He was bound to walk in on us at some stage. Just be grateful that you were in here alone. And sleeping. "

Hermione slapped his chest, "Still not funny."

Draco lay down beside her brushing her hair from her face, "Hey, you have nothing to worry about. He likes you, so I'm certain that he'll be happy about this."

Hermione took a deep breath, she truly loved Scorpius, he had wormed his way into her heart, but this wasn't the way she wanted to announce to him that she was sleeping with his father. Not that she'd be announcing that to him.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked, "We could have avoided all this. Told him when I actually had clothes on."

"You were out cold," Draco told her, "Exhausted one would think." She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled nonetheless, "And come on, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad!?" she exclaimed, "Your son surprising me while I'm naked in your bed? Yeah, that's not bad at all."

Draco traced his finger along the sheet covering her chest, "I have a way to make you feel better."

She slapped his hand away, "No, you don't get rewarded for bad behaviour. You should have woken me."

Draco laughed, ghosting his fingers across her covered breasts, "If I tell you how sorry I am, can I get my reward?"

She sighed, staring at the ceiling, "I guess having a seven year old walking in unannounced is something I'll just have to get used to."

Draco's face split into a huge grin, "I like the sound of that. And I will explain to him that when you're here, he will need to knock before just barging his way in."

He slid his hand beneath the sheet, but Hermione rolled away, "I need to shower. You're all over me, and I'm not going to still be naked and in this bed when he gets back."

"It doesn't have to be in this bed," Draco wiggled his eyebrows at her, "I'm perfectly comfortable in the shower with you."

Hermione sat up, wincing slightly and ignoring Draco's hand running down her spine. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, shit he was stunning, and asked that he bring her clothes to her.

"Already done," he nodded towards the bed end and her neatly folded clothes.

She leaned back and kissed him, "Why am I not surprised? Coffee?" He grinned at her, but she held her finger to his lips, "Don't say already done, I can't deal with this kind of perfection first thing on a Sunday morning."

He laughed, "Go. Shower. And I'll just lay here not thinking about you all naked and wet in there."

She kissed him again, lingering slightly, before forcing herself up and across the room. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Freshly fucked was the term that filtered through her brain.

She stood under the shower, the heat of the water soothed her aching muscles - muscles that of late hadn't seen much of any kind of use that they had in the last few hours. She bit her lip, a smile rising. Yes, she thought, I could most definitely get used to this.

A/N: Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out...Christmas, family...you know the deal.

Thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing. Hopefully the next chapter wont take as long :)