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Song Suggestion: Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen.

Chapter Twenty: Morning Face.

Hermione woke up sweaty and hot. She was aware of someone cradling her to their chest while her arms circled their neck and her legs were tangled in theirs. Still drifting from the dream she slowly opened her eyes.

They met familiar silver ones.

Quickly she pulled out of his grip and fumbled out of the bed breathing heavy.

"Good morning to you too Granger." Malfoy chuckled and sat up. She hadn't noticed last night that all he slept in was his boxers but now it made her even more uncomfortable. She wiped the sweat from her face as he stared at her amused, "Going to Antarctica are we?"

"Shove off Malfoy." She scowled and peeled off her gloves, scarf and socks hoping that was enough so she wouldn't be so warm but not reveal anything.

"Okay." He nodded.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Hermione said as she ran across the room and locked herself in.

"See you later then." He called as she cranked the shower on and stripped off her soaked clothes before stepping in the steaming water.

Twenty minutes later she stood having a mini heart attack. She had no clean clothes and she wasn't putting her clean body back in the dirty, sweaty ones.

"Malfoy?" She called timidly and met with no answer so she slipped out, tightening her towel around herself and silently she started to cross the room to the wardrobe.

"Granger?" Malfoy sat up from the bed, "Bloody hell Granger!" He growled before slamming his head in the pillow.

"Thought you said you'd seen plenty of half-naked girls Malfoy." She teased trying not to be awkward as she shoved on clothes.

"Yes but clearly you don't want to me to…so don't be doing that to me."

"I did call but I got no answer."

"I was asleep."

"Well wake up we have classes."

"It's seven in the blasted morning!"

"And breakfast is at seven thirty."

"Right, I'll get up then." He huffed and climbed out of bed.

"Good." She refused to look at him again.

"Did Pansy find you last night then?" He asked quietly.

"Yes." She chewed her lip, "I'm sorry." She looked at him then and like she did when she apologized to most people she hugged him, "I'm so sorry."

"Granger?" She could feel him trying to control himself and realising she wasn't helping she pulled away again, "What's up?"

"I'm just so sorry I'm making you ill."

"She told you that?" He frowned-he wasn't going to thank her then. He hadn't wanted her to know that because he knew it would force her into making her decision before she was probably ready.

"Yes…I know this is hard for you too."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not; you're practically dying because of me."

"I'm not."

"I'm not stupid Malfoy!"

"I can handle myself thank you very much. I'm perfectly fine."

"No you are not! I saw you last night, your glamour charms don't work when you sleep you know!"

"Crap." He hissed to himself-he had hoped they would stay or at least she wouldn't see.

"I know what I'm doing to you and I won't do that, I can't kill someone."

"You're not."

"I am…take off the glamour."

"What?"

"I know you use a spell or something to cover yourself and I want it off." Unable to deny her he removed it and watched as her expression softened and she unconsciously moved forward towards him, "You're not well Malfoy." She held his face in her hands now.

"I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." She whispered. Then slowly she leaned kissed him. Hermione knew he was tense with not wanting to give in so she pushed harder. Cautiously he responded. They moved together, completely connected. Carefully she turned her head and encouraged him to kiss her neck by holding his head closer. She heard him growled as he pecked down her neck feverishly. As he reached her pulse point she involuntary clenched but she still held him there. Malfoy had felt her tense as he closed in on that spot and so kissed it softly before drawing back, having to push against her to do so.

"You're not ready." He murmured.

"I am." She lied.

"No, you're not. I can feel you tense when I'm near you. You're only doing this because you don't want to feel guilty and you shouldn't, I made this choice."

"Yes the choice to let me decide!"

"When you're ready!"

"And how would you know when I am?"

"Bloody hell Granger, I went near your neck and you were so tightly clenched I thought you were going to break a bone."

"I was not!"

"Listen to me Granger; I will not do this until you are ready."

"And if you die I die too."

"That only happens when we've bonded."

"No, the Veela family will kill me because I killed you."

"For frick sake." He hissed wishing his friends had kept their mouths shut now-this was not helping in the slightest sense of the word.

"I am ready. I am." She whispered more to herself than him.

"If you are ready you wouldn't be telling yourself that or me, and you wouldn't clam up."

"Don't you tell me if I'm ready or not Malfoy; you're not in my head yet! Except in my dreams which I can't control!"

"I can't either they just happen so you are drawn to me, I can't control or stop them. We share the dreams."

"Share?" Oh Merlin! He'd seen her give in sometimes-not often-but still at least three times she had responded.

"Yes, share as in together."

"Great." She mumbled sarcastically.

"Calm down Granger, I won't hold them against you."

"You do and I'll castrate you." She glared at him.

"Right." He held his hands up chuckling.

"I…ugh!" She moaned and stormed off. She knew she could never say she hated him again after knowing it would make him sicker.

"Where are you going Granger?"

"None of your business."

"You're my business."

"Not yet." She said hauntingly.