This chapter will contain a lemon. This is my first lemon, so bare with me. Honestly, I never planned to have a lemon in this story but it happened so here we are. If you prefer to skip the lemon just skip the second scene. Each scene is marked by the dividing line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

Hermione dashed through the halls, head down, trying to avoid as many questions as she could. Ron was such a git, he couldn't just accept that she and Harry were giving Draco a chance. He just had to keep on pressing and pressing until she just snapped. He makes her so angry sometimes! He couldn't just leave it alone. She flung herself through the Astronomy Tower doors, roughly slamming it closed her back against the door, and she slid to the floor. She buried her head into her knees. Sobs ricocheted throughout her body and out into the tower. Someone laid a hand on her shoulder and she flinched away from the intruder. She relaxed when she saw who it was, Draco.

Draco slid down to the floor next to her. He wrapped his arms around his knees and turned his head to stare at her. She stared forward away from his gaze. "What happened, Granger?"

"Hermione," She turned to look at him, "My name is Hermione." He raised an eyebrow at her, that wasn't the answer he was looking for. She stared back, her own eyebrow raised; she wanted him to say her first name.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Fine, what happened, Hermione?"

She continued to stare at him; this isn't the hard, cold Draco she knows. No, this is the Draco she saw back in Malfoy Manor trying to get her to confess. This was the Draco that cared. "Boys are gits."

He smirked at her, "In our defense, we don't know we're being gits half the time. What did Weasley do now?"

She smiled slightly but shook her head, "He seems to think he can decide what is right for the group, including who we decide we want to be friends with." She looked at him pointedly.

"So we're friends now?"

Hermione looked straight ahead out to the open sky, "We've been friends since the day you tried to help me back at the manor," She turned her head to look at him, "I never did thank you for that; thank you."

Draco cleared his throat and sat up straighter against the wall, "Don't mention it," Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but he looked at her, his eyes so sad, "Really just don't" She stared at him for a moment before nodding.

Hermione bit her lip and took a deep breath and scooted closer to the blonde boy. The two were almost touching, she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. "I want you to know that Harry and I are here for you," she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can't imagine how you're dealing with this all of this and even though we were on opposite sides of the war. We're here." He didn't say anything and stared straight ahead as she stood up. It was starting to get dark, "Goodnight Draco," With that she walked away from the Slytherin as she pretended not to hear the light sniffle from behind her.

"Hermione," She heard Harry sigh in relief when she walked through the common room portrait. He sat on the chair facing the door, the dark surrounding him, only the light of the glowing fire bright enough for her to see his face. It was late, she could tell, no one else was down, everyone else had gone to bed.

"Hi," She whispered, her voice was croaky as if he hadn't talked for days. She cleared her throat as she came closer to him. She collapsed into his lap as soon as she got close enough. His arms wrapped around her body and they just sat there. Much light the other night she basked in the warmth of his body; she basked in the feeling of his arms around her body. She curled into his side.

"Don't mind Ron, he never means to hurt you." He whispered in her ear, she shuddered at his closeness. She turned her face to look at him, they were barely inches apart. His eyes flickered down to her lips. He wanted to kiss her, Harry Potter, her best friend wanted to kiss her. She licked her lips, her eyes flickered once more to meet his, did he really want this?

She shifted in his lap; she now sat more on the armrest of the chair than on his lap. Could she really do this? She needed to do this, there was no option. She reached out her hand to cup his cheek, her stomach clenched as she moved in closer. Her lips trembled as she got closer. Harry didn't move, she stopped, her lips hovering over his. She needed that next step; she needed him to start this.

They were both still, staying there in the moment. He brushed his lips against hers softly, she sighed as he claimed her mouth with his own. Their kiss was tentative, their lips moved slowly against one another. Their breaths grew ragged as their lips moved faster. The kiss moments before just sweet were now rushed, passionate, never stopping as if they were making up for lost time.

Making up for all that missing time for the 7 years they've known each other, for the 7 years they didn't realize everything they needed was right in front of them. There was nothing to stop them, nothing that happened in the past, and nothing that could possibly happen in the future. This was them now and neither of them planned on stopping this. They were going to try and make it last, to try and make this moment, this moment that no one could ever take from them last.

Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around Harry's neck, her body, now straddling the man under her as she pressed her body flushed against his. His hands ran up her sides, anywhere and everywhere they could be. His hands flirted with the end of her skirt, pushing it up further and further as they went on.

His fingers edged underneath the fabric, he pulled away from her the question clear in his eyes. Do you want me to keep going? Her face was flushed, her chest was heaving, and her hair was wild, but he couldn't imagine a time where she could look any more beautiful. She slowly climbed off of his lap; she walked over to the coach in the furthest of the room. She bit her lip and beckoned him with her finger.

She began to unbutton her blouse as he walked slowly over to her. She laid back against the couch cushions as his body hovered over hers. Her lips were at his ear, "Fuck me, Harry." She gasped as he pulled her body roughly against his.

"Is this your-?" He asks. She quickly shook her head; her hands already hurried undoing his shirt. "Good," His lips met her neck; he peppered her skin with kisses until he reached the swell of her breasts, "I don't think I can be that gentle." She let out a soft moan as he pulled down the fabric of her bra. He mouthed the skin around her nipple, a light nip here and there but he wouldn't touch the brown peak. She squirmed under his body. She hissed as his tongue flicked over the peak. He released it with a pop and sat up on his knees. His hands fumbled with his belt. She could see he was straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, his fingers trailed over the skin of her knee, down her thigh, to the tip of her underwear. He was so close it almost hurt; she just needed him to move his fingers just a few centimeters further. She was so wet, she could feel it, she was sure he could see it. Hermione could feel her juices drying on her thighs. She needed him to touch her. She couldn't take this anymore, lying, legs open for him, and just waiting was not what she wanted.

She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to grab her by the waist and just pound her. Pound her until she screamed; pound her until she was begging for him to stop. Right now, she didn't care that all Gryffindor's were asleep up stairs; she didn't care that they could be walked in on at any moment. No, she wanted this and for once she was going to get what she wanted. She grabbed his hand and pushed it against her soaked knickers. She could almost cry with relief.

Harry moved his fingers over her, right over her clit, right where she needed him to be. He pushed her underwear aside and finally slid into her. She moaned her voice echoed off the walls for a split second before his hand clamped over her mouth. "We need to be quiet, can you do that?" She moaned against his hand as he thrust into her again.

He moved against her, his hand firmly over her mouth. She rolled her hips to meet his. This was heaven; this is what the girls were always talking about in the dormitories. Her first time wasn't that great, Viktor was nice and all but this, Merlin, that was nothing compared to this. Her whole body was on fire, every movement he made just propelled pleasure through her body. She couldn't keep the moans in, they were muffled against Harry's hand, but even that echoed in the empty common room.

She could feel the familiar tightening in her stomach, which usually comes from her own hand, as he moved faster. He was close, he had to be close, his shoulders were tense, soft moans of his own were falling from his lips and then it happened. He came roughly inside her, the feeling of his come shooting in her, brought her to her peak. A muffled scream of fuck ripped out of her body into his hand as she rode out her orgasm. Her arms clutched his body to hers until they both collapsed into a panting heap on the couch.

"Shit." She heard Harry breathe. Shit was right.

It had been a little over a week since that night. To say Hermione was embarrassed would've been an understatement. He couldn't believe she acted the way she did. It was just the heat of the moment. She would tell herself, but no matter how many times she repeated that line it seem to become more and more untrue as the days go on. She avoided talking to harry during this entire past week.

She was doing a pretty good job of keeping away from him, burying herself in the library trying to keep herself occupied from the time classes were over until right before curfew. She missed him, she really did, but the thought of actually talking to him after her being so forward the other night scared her. How could they possible still be friends after this? That wasn't supposed to happen.

All she was supposed to do was just admire him from afar; he wasn't supposed to find out how she felt about him. She wasn't supposed to kiss him. She wasn't supposed to have sex with him in the common room. None of this was supposed to happen. He was going to be happy with Ginny and after the finished school she was going to find someone and fall in love with them and forget all about her feelings for her best friend. He was supposed to be none the wiser and just be the best friend he is, not her fuck buddy.

She groaned softly and buried her head in her arms at her usual table in the back of the library. He wasn't even that, that term is used for someone you don't have feelings for. Someone you continuously have relations with, with no feelings ever coming about. That was the farthest from what he actually was.

"Granger?" She lifted her head at the curious tone. Draco.

"Hi," She greeted with a weak smile.

He hesitated for second before slipping into the chair next to her, "What did Weasel do this time?"

She rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair with a huff. Draco raised an eyebrow at her, "Not Weasley? What did Saint Potter do?" She looked at him with a deadpanned look and he raised an eyebrow in response.

"It was more about what I did than anything."

"Hermione Granger did something wrong? Someone alert the Ministry, the world is ending!" Draco exclaimed. She giggled at his exaggerated facial expression. Shh, the librarian hissed at the two partners. She gave them a stern sharp nod and walked away from the two.

"So what happened?" he turned her body towards hers and rested his head on his curled fist.

"I didn't take you for a gossip, Draco."

"People can change," She knew he meant it as a light passing phrase, but in this moment those words couldn't ring more true and he was living proof of it. He cleared his throat, "Come on Hermione don't leave me in suspense."

She debated whether she should actually tell him. It wasn't any of his business, but who else was she going to talk to? She couldn't talk to Ginny, she still wasn't clear on her status with Harry and she sure couldn't talk to Ron, it would be too awkward. And who was Draco going to tell? Who would actually care to believe him? "Harry and I had sex!" she blurted out in a whispered tone.

She should feel regret for what she revealed but all she felt was relief. It felt good to tell the truth for once. "And?" He raised an eyebrow at her, like her and Harry shagging was a normal occurrence.

"And that was the first time it ever happened."

He looked at her in disbelief, but he shook his head out in acceptance, "Huh, I would've thought you two have been shagging for years. You learn something new every day." He looked at the Gryffindor staring at him. "Well, what's so wrong with that?"

"What's so wrong with- that was never supposed to happen!" Her whispered yell pierced through the air after a silent moment of her staring at him in disbelief.

"Was he that bad?"

"I didn't say that-"

"Was he that good?"

"That's beside the point-"

"He was that good wasn't he?"

"Draco!"

"Look, I just don't see what the problem is."

She turned her body and crossed her legs in the chair, "The problem is that despite what happened, he's going to get back with Ginny-"

"You're afraid he doesn't want you, aren't you?"

"Will you stop cutting me-"

"Aren't you?" She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded slightly.

"Have you talked to him about it since?" she frantically shook her head. "Now that is your problem. You have to talk to him, you will talk to him because for as much of a mystery as it is to me to why you like him so much, you do and eventually you will crack and you will talk to him." He gave her a small smile, "Just save yourself the heartache and just talk to him, he might surprise you." Without waiting for a response, he stood up and walked away. She slumped in her chair; He's not the only one that surprises me.

She walked into the common room later that night; Harry was sitting in front of the fire Ginny next to him. They were sitting talking, laughing. Ginny was sitting just a little too close to Harry; her hand was resting on his knee. She let out a shaky breath at the sight, this was exactly what she wanted to avoid. Eventually, Harry and Ginny were going to get back together despite what they did on that very couch several nights ago. Even so, she needed to clear the air with him and if that meant interrupting his moment with Ginny then so be it they'll have plenty of time to have their moment together.

She cleared her throat as she came up to them from behind the couch. Harry's eyes snapped to hers. He shot up out of his seat, "Hermione." He whispered, his eyes were bright and shining and she couldn't help but wished it was for her.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," She gave Ginny a slight nod, "but do you think we could talk?"

"Yeah, definitely!" He hurriedly moved around the couch not once taking his eyes off of hers, "We can go up to the dorms, it's quieter there." He reached for the hand clutching the bag on her shoulder, taking said bag and slinging over his and led her by the hand to the stairs. "I'll see you later, Ginny." He mumbled to the girl staring at the two with this construed expression on her face as they walked hand and hand to the dormitories.

Harry's hand felt warm in hers, clutching her fingers in his as if he didn't she would fade away. "Hi-" Harry pressed his lips against hers as soon as the door closed. He curled his arms around her body pulling her flush against his body. The kiss was slow, soft, and much different from what led to that night in the common room.

"Hi." He breathed his forehead resting against hers, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I've wanted to do that all week." He pulled away from her and ran a hair through his disheveled hair. "Why, Hermione? I thought after what happened that maybe you wanted this, us-" he gestured between them, "-but you wouldn't even look at me."

"I'm sorry," her hand stroked her arm pinned to her body. "You still deserve a chance with Ginny."

"Ginny?" Harry's face scrunched up. "We broke up months ago."

"Which means the sooner you fix things with her the better."

"Do you want me with her?" He asked, his voice low, his voice raspy as if he could barely talk.

Hermione smiled softly and grabbed the hand hanging loosely at his side, "I just want you to be happy; she made you happy." Her hand squeezed his fingers.

"That's the thing Hermione, made, that was a long time ago. She doesn't make me happy, not the way you do." He stepped closer, his body pressed against hers. "What we did the other night, I can't get the picture out of my mind, the sounds you made-" her cheeks burned. "-you're so beautiful. After being with you, I don't want to know what it's like to be without you again."

She sighed and stepped away from him, she needed some distance between their bodies. "We have to think about Ginny and Ron. Could we really do this to them?"

He stepped towards her again, trapping her against the bed post. "Why do we have to give up being happy so we won't hurt their feelings? Can't we be happy for once Hermione?" he grasped her face in his hands. "Let us be happy." He whispered. "Be happy with me-" His lips touched hers for a moment and her fingers clutched his robe. "–Please-" his hand trailed down her side. It brushed past her breast, his fingers just grazing it slightly sending a shiver down her spine. He broke away from her once again, "Will you let us be happy?"

Harry's hand rested in the curve of his hip, his eyes intense. This was another side of Harry that she has never seen. Is this what Ginny had as a boyfriend? This incredibly passionate man ready to give her the world? Could she do this? Could she really risk her friendship with both Ginny and Ron after all that they've been through? But this was Harry. Her Harry, no one else's and the look in his eyes as he looks at her and the passion, the love, that flowed through him the night they spent together made it hard to say no. Could she really not give them a chance? All she ever wanted was for Harry to be happy and all she hears from him is how they could be happy together. Could she do this?

"Yes."

So that happened. Reviews would be lovely.