A/N Just a little more suggling and something darker to think about. -NW

Hermione held her forehead frustrated and unable to comprehend. Was everything she knew about Dumbledor wrong? This was getting more complicated by the minute. "Why would they do such a thing? It doesn't make sense."

Draco was tired and impatient. It had been a long day, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up next to her and grope her to his heart's content. But he knew she wouldn't be happy until she had her answers. "You saw his hand didn't you?" Hermione nodded. Everyone had seen the blackened thing that was Dumbledor's hand. "It was killing him. Severus had kept it at bay for as long as he could. Riddle had commanded me to kill Dumbledor, so that when I failed he would kill me, to punish my father's failure with the prophesy. Dumbledor knew I couldn't kill him and didn't want my soul to be torn by murder if I did. The headmaster always hedged his bets. So he told Severus to do it. Severus spared my life and my soul."

He settled in next to her again. "That night on the tower I finally realized I wasn't 'one of them' just like Dumbledor said. If Severus hadn't stepped in and done it, Riddle, He would have killed me that night. I was lucky to just get these scars. The point is I trust Severus with my life. I think you can too." He was done explaining for tonight. He could see the wheels running full speed in her mind, shouting her thoughts to the ether. If he was going to get any sleep he would have to fix that.

Draco pulled her down to the mattress and began kissing her breasts. "No more questions my sweet little swot. I have better things for you to do." Hermione melted into him and grinned as he pulled her on top. "And you have so much more to learn about what pleases me. You promised to learn."

Hermione giggled at the reference. "I know. Would you like to hear the list I made?"

Afterwards there was no more need for words, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, sated and content.

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When day came, I won't say morning which was long gone, Hermione woke first. The light from the windows gently bringing the room to life. She was being spooned by Draco. His arm wrapped around her waist, The scent of his warm skin and last night's love making lingering in the air. His naked body pressed into hers. The memories of him taking her, made her smile. In fact, it almost made her giddy enough to laugh but she didn't want to wake him.

Hermione got up to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business, she stared into the mirror. She didn't look any different, not being a virgin. Her hair was a mess as expected and there were slight circles under her eyes from the late night. Her body was covered in love bites and bruises, but they only made her grin and trace them with her fingers. She remembered how each one got there, and her grin widened to a smile. She remembered how afraid she had been and how quickly it had faded under his persuasive touch.

Draco felt cold. Groping the bed to pull her warmth closer, he discovered she wasn't there. A moment of panic hit before he heard the water run in the bathroom. The thought of her naked and washing herself made his cock harder. Soap bubbles going in all kinds of naughty places. He saw her come back into the room and quickly closed his eyes. She crawled back into the warm bed and began to snuggle into him, thinking of going back to sleep. Her eyes widened as she felt his morning wood push against her bum.

Hermione looked at his face. He appeared to be still sleeping, but he suddenly rolled over and pushed the covers off. She smiled evilly and began to examine the feast before her. Not so much his chest, which she had seen before, it was the rest of him laid out before her. She hadn't really looked at him last night, still a bit shy of it all. but now in the bright light of day and at her leisure…

She sat and studied him. He had a narrow waist and hips, but strong thighs. There was a scattering of fine white hair on his legs and chest. His erection sprang from blondish curls. Hermione wondered if it was painful. "Yes woman. It is painful, when made to wait for satisfaction too long!"

The look of surprise on her face was priceless. "You are reading my mind! Draco, that's so rude without permission."

He looked back at her smug and innocent. "No. I'm not. You just have a tendency to broadcast your thoughts when you're emotional. I can't help it when they are an intrusion in my mind." He pulled her down into his embrace. "Gotcha." He grinned like a cheshire cat. "You can't get away now wench." Draco began kissing her in some well-placed spots.

Hermione shivered in anticipation. "What if I don't want to get away?"

"All the better for you then, because I intend to make you shriek again like you did last night. You don't mind do you princess?"

She giggled. "No. I don't mind, but Draco please, stop calling me that. I do so love it when you say my name. You know you're the only one who uses my whole name. Merlin I hated 'Mione' but it stuck."

He rolled her under him, and she began to make muffled sighs, squeaks and moans as he went to work. "Hermione please don't hold back. The room has been warded for sound. I like hearing you enjoy yourself." Draco got back to the business of causing her the most exquisite pleasure. She held nothing back and Draco was very proud of himself indeed with her screams of bliss. It was wonderful. The look on her face spurred him on to seek his own release.

There was no candlelight now. He could see every detail and spark in her eyes. The rosy color of her nipples as he suckled them into hard buttons. The cream of her skin, the pink glistening flesh between her legs. He gorged himself on the delicacies of her body then plunged into her deep and proud. Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around him like a limpet. Unwilling to let him go until she had reached the pinnacle with him. Again he saw flashing lights with the strength of his issue and collapsed on top of her. Happy just didn't cover it.

They slept as lovers should, holding fast to one another. Warm skin to warm skin. Content and peaceful.

It is a pity that it couldn't last.

A thick fist began pounding on the door. "Hey Draco, it's after noon and your doors are locked. What's going on?"

Draco cursed a blue streak as he jumped out of the bed and grabbed a pair of pants. "Hermione" He whispered. "Hermione! Wake up. You've got to hide."

She rolled over and smiled still half asleep, thinking Draco was up for round two. "What?"

The knock on the door was louder. "Come on Draco you git. Let me in!"

Hermione panicked when she realized it was Goyle at the door.

Draco whispered a bit louder to her. "The Closet. Go hide in the closet!"

Hermione wrapped herself in the sheet and ran. "Goyle you little shit. Hold your horses. I just woke up." Draco waited until she was gone before opening the door. "What do you want asshole?"

Goyle pushed his way into the room. "Draco! Did you forget we were supposed to get Blaise and meet at… Hello? What's this?"

Goyle picked up a hot pink shoe and twirled it in his hand. "Oh, I see. You were entertaining. No wonder it smells like wet pussy in here. Where is she? You go get a shower and I'll entertain her for a while. What's her name? Not that I care in the middle of a good fuck." Goyle whistled and began to unbutton his pants. "Come on out darling no need to be so snooty. I'll pay you twice what Draco did, how's that?"

Draco groaned. He had forgotten he had made plans with Zabini and Goyle to go to Hogwarts and harass the Gryffindors, a perfect time to tell Snape what he knew. "Goyle, you idiot, put your pants back on. She's gone. I was just sleeping it off." He hurried to get dressed as Goyle examined the room lazily.

"Idiot am I? She's left without her shoes did she? What did she do, lose a bet? Come on. I haven't had a good fuck in two weeks. My parents cut back on my allowance." He whined at Draco, who was about to clip him in the jaw for lying about paying double. "You've never been shy about sharing before. She must be pretty good if you're still in bed at noon. Oh ho! What's this?" Goyle pushed the covers away to reveal a red spot on the pristine white sheet. "A virgin!? Circe's tits, how'd you get a virgin whore in your bed? Your father really knows how to get good ones. I gotta have some of that. She should still be good and tight."

The way he licked his lips in anticipation made Draco's stomach turn. He had to get Goyle out of here before…