It made sense then. It wasn't until everything was over did she realize the action she had just preformed. She had definitely just done the impossible.

###

Hermione watched from a far. Malfoy and Parkinson were at each other's throats. Malfoy was obviously upset and Parkinson looked pissed. She had been watching since their simple conversation turned to a heated argument.

"You are unbelievable, Draco!" Parkinson yelled at him. Malfoy folded his arms and leaded against the wall.

"What the bloody hell do you want me to do?" He asked causally. Okay, so maybe it was just Parkinson at Malfoy's throat.

"I don't know..." She waved her arms. "Try for once?"

"Try what, Parkinson?" He took a few steps forward, challenging her. "Try this whole 'relationship' thing?" He scoffed. "Well I got news for you, I'm not interested." He turned away, but Parkinson caught his arm and they froze. Her expression softened.

"Can we at least be friends?" She asked, a tinge of hope in her voice.

"Slytherins don't have friends, Parkinson." He sneered, not even looking at her. Her grip fell as he strode away.

Hermione panicked, he was heading right towards her. She couldn't think clearly anyways, not with what just happened and not with what she just witnessed. She couldn't go back to the Gryffindor common room, Ron was still probably angry about her dumping him and she couldn't go to the library in fear of having to pass people in the halls. She was on her way to the room of requirements when she saw the two Slytherins. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, some that never left since her breakup with Ron only a few mere minutes ago. She straightened her clothes out and pulled out her book. She sat on the floor and tried to keep back her sniffles. The tears she wiped away previously returned and clouded her vision. The footsteps of Malfoy were so close now. She could hear the clicking of his black shoes. They stopped. Her eyes widened and she looked up.

Malfoy was looking at her. Not showing any emotion, not saying anything, not doing anything. They held eye contact. Hermione sniffles and wiped her eyes again before turning back to her book. She could feel his eyes on her as she skimmed the words. The ink made no sense, for her mind was too distracted, and it wasn't about Malfoy.

"Are- are you just going t-to stand the-there?" Hermione asked, not looking up. There was no immediate response. No feet shuffling. No feet moving. Nothing.

"Why are you crying, Granger?" He asked, his words sharp and clear.

She shook her head. "Nothing that would interest you." Again, no immediate response. This time, he walked over to her, standing in front of her. She looked up hesitantly.

"Try me." He sat down next to her, pressing his back to the stone wall before she could oppose.

"Well... I... um..." She fiddled with her bookmark before swallowing her fear. "I broke up with Ron."

"Why?" Malfoy asked. She glanced at him. He wasn't looking at her, just watching the empty corridor.

"He... He was unfaith-unfaithful..." She whispered. Malfoy nodded bluntly, almost knowingly. There was a slight hesitation in her mind before she asked her question. "Slytherins don't have friends?" Hermione asked, barely audible.

Malfoy seemed unfazed that she had been eavesdropping on his personal conversation with Parkinson. "Most."

Hermione studied his face in curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

His eyes pierced hers, grey orbs meeting brown. "Most Slytherins don't have friends." He said. "Parkinson doesn't have friends, she has followers and pets and cliques."

There was a pause. "And you?"

"I don't treat people like tools anymore." He said, looking away.

Hermione watched how his blonde hair covered his eyes. "Good." She subconsciously lifted her hand and brushed his bangs out of his face, smiling. She immediately froze when his eyes caught hers. A wave of confusion clouded his senses. "Sorry." She mumbled retreating her hand whilst blushing and hiding her face.

Then she heard one thing she had never heard before. Malfoy's soft chuckles. "It's fine."

Her head shot up, to look at him. "Force of habit." She said, quickly. "I didn't mean-"

"Granger." He cut her off, smiling whilst doing so. "I said it's fine."

Hermione pursed her lips and bagged her book. "Okay." She then stood and rushed off to the room for requirements.

###

Malfoy silently followed the Gryffindor. If she was aware of his presence, she didn't show it. They walked down a few corridors, before she stopped. He paused, watching her halfway down the corridor. She glanced at him before walking into a pair of large door. Some of which had just appeared. Malfoy smiled, figuring this was the room of requirements. He swiftly walked over to where Granger had been moments before and stared up at the wooden doors. They were still there. So either multiple people could be in a different rooms, or Granger was allowing him to follow her inside. He gripped the handle and pulled. Malfoy slipped inside the room and immediately froze.

The room was like a small flat. There was a kitchen off to the left, a door marked 'bathroom' straight ahead with another door unmarked, and a small living room to the right. Granger was no where. Malfoy chose to look inside the unmarked door across the way from him. Inside, he found a bedroom. Granger wasn't there. Connected to the bedroom on the left side was a door marked 'bathroom'. He figured it was a door with the same bathroom connecting into the main area he had just been in. Then, he heard it, running water. It came from the bathroom.

Malfoy laid down on the bed and decided to wait for her. He removed his tie and kicked his shoes off before slipping under the soft blankets of the mattress. He fell asleep quickly, having been already previously exhausted.

###

Hermione walked out of the bathroom cautiously, she had heard Malfoy come in. Thankfully, she just found him sleeping on her bed. His shoes laid on the floor below, carelessly removed. Hermione pursed her lips and picked up his shoes. Then, she walked out of the room and put them by the front door. Being in her night clothes, Hermione shivered and slipped back into the warmth of her bedroom. She watched Malfoy sleep from the foot of her bed. He looks so tired and so peaceful. She picked up his discarded tie and rolled it up. Then, she placed it on the bedside table next to him. Hermione turned around and flipped the light switch off. Then, she joined him in bed silently, not to disturb or wake him.

###

Malfoy awoke to find Granger in bed beside him. She was reading her book, completely engrossed in the text. He watched her eyes read line after line. She flipped a page and continued to read. Malfoy saw she was in a pale green night gown, unlike him who slept in day clothes. He realized that she must have slipped into the bed after he fell asleep. Did she really trust him that much or was she just being plain stupid? He thought. Why had she chose to spend the night next to him?

"Would you like some breakfast?" She whispered, not looking at him. His eyes watched her face, wondering how she did that. How she had known he was awake.

"Sure." He responded and sat up. He looked away from her and ruffled his hair. She set the book down on the bedside table and pulled the blankets back. Her night dress barely covered her bottom, coming down to only mid-thigh. Malfoy stared as she walked to the door. He snapped out of it though when he realized what he was thinking. She stopped as the door opened.

"Coming?" She asked before slipping out of the room. Malfoy shook the indecent thoughts out of his head before pulling the covers back and following her. He noticed his shoes at the front door. She had moved them from where they were previously at the floor or the bedroom.

"Coffee or tea?" Granger asked as she moved around the kitchen.

"Tea." He said as he sat down on a barstool. Granger heated some water with her wand and added the herbs. Then she filled a cup and set it down in front of him. She poured herself a small cup of coffee before sitting down next to him. Malfoy looked down at him cup, refusing to look at the Gryffindor. "Thank you." He said and took a sip.

"Thank you." She echoed. He wasn't sure if she was just repeating him or thanking him back. "You can stay here, if you like." She whispered. "I can make up another room."

Malfoy looked at her. She was sipping her coffee, looking straight ahead.

"Okay." He said, a small smile playing at his lips.

She looked at him and smiled in return. "Good." She took a drink of her coffee before walking back to the bedroom. "I'm gonna go change." Malfoy nodded, watching her leave.

###

"Why are you here?" He asked her when she came out her room.

She sat next him on the barstool. "I've haven't slept in the Gryffindor common room in two months." She explained. Her eyes avoided his. "Ron's been unfaithful for a while. I finally confronted him about it yesterday night." She pursed her lips. Malfoy watched her, listening. "He blames me." She said whispering. "He's always blamed me." Her head dropped to her wrists and a few tears fell. "We have fights a lot. Usually all is good. Not last night." She looked up him. "We broke up. I couldn't be with someone who didn't respect me, especially if it's on a decision based on sex." She looked away again. "I'm not ready. He is and he couldn't wait. He had to go off and sleep with Lavender." Her eyes were dry, but the subject was still emotional. "Anyways." She said more cheerful. "We don't have to talk about that." She smiled at him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine." She assured him.

###

Draco headed to the Slytherin common room. He needed to pick up his trunk. There was no way in hell that he would continue to live in the dungeons. Not when he could live with the amazing stunning sexy little lion that he was just dying to-

-No, Draco, you don't like her. She just broke up with her boyfriend. That would be taking advantage of her.

=But she would she an amazing fuck.

-Granger is a Gryffindork.

=Granger is sexy Gryffindork.

-Granger is a know-it-all.

=She is a sexy goddess know-it-all.

-She isn't even attractive.

=Keep tellin' yourself that.

-Granger has... She has problems... lots of baggage...

=Lots of baggage that I'd love to take out. Possibly put something in.

-Lot of baggage that includes fire. Play with fire, you get burned.

=That just makes her hotter.

-You're pushing your luck. She doesn't like you.

=Not yet.

-Not ever. Didn't you hear her conversation? She's waiting for the right time.

=Maybe I'll be the right time.

-Or maybe you'll get your bits blown off.

=It would be worth it.

-Worth it never to have sex again?

=I'll find a hobby.

-Like what? Watching porn? You still wouldn't be able to wanker off.

=She'll be mine.

Draco ran up to his dorm and shoved his belongings into his trunk. That was it, he had to live with her. He didn't care what he was getting himself into, he needed a change. Once his bags were packed he wished them away to his new space in the room of requirements and he left.

###

Was it really quickly good idea to let Malfoy live with her? He can't be trusted- at all. She just broke up with Ron. It was too soon to be-

=Whoa, whoa whoa, nobody said anything about relationships.

-Yup, no relationships. Just friendship.

=With benefits.

-Gross, it's Malfoy. Just being friends with him is enough.

=Stop lying to yourself. You want him.

-To be my friend, nothing more.

=But you'll have the whole living space to yourself.

-Exactly why we can be in different room the whole time!

=Or, you could be in the same room... exploring each other...

-The only exploring I'll be doing is-

=Is what? You know you'll see him shirtless at least once. It's bound to happen.

-I can deal with that. I've seen Harry and Ron shirtless plenty of times.

=But they aren't sexy. Draco fucking Malfoy is sexy.

-He is also probably not into me.

=As far as you know.

She had already told him he could stay. Why was she debating about it now? He'll be back in a few minutes, he just left to get his things. He is staying.

###

Malfoy came to their place almost out of breath. He opened the door and walked inside.

"Did you run here?" Granger asked.

"Yeah." He said. "Needed the exercise."

"Or you want to be here." she murmured. Little she know that he heard her and smirked at the Gryffindor for her comment.

"What was that?" He asked.

Blush rose in her cheeks. "Nothing. Mumbling to myself." He chuckled as she scurried over to the couch and got out a book.

"I'll be unpacking." He said, still amused. She nodded at him, but didn't look up.

She read the whole time he packed and tried to ignore the fact that she had already managed to embarrass herself in front of him. When he returned he had a book in hand. Hermione sat up so he could sit on the other side of the couch. He sat down, but then pulled her legs on top of his lap casually. She was surprised at first but then just shrugged it off. They sat there reading for a little while longer before Hermione felt hungry.

"What do you want for dinner?" She asked, putting her book down. He look over at her.

"Dunno." He said. "What do you have?"

"Let's go see." She said, getting up and starting to walk to the kitchen. She stopped halfway which caused him to bump into her. Before she could fall, Malfoy had wrapped his arms around her waist and caught her. She froze in the position.

"Something wrong?" Malfoy asked, whispering in her ear from behind. Blush flushed her face and she cleared her throat.

"We can have anything." She said, laughing. "We can ask the room for anything."

Malfoy smiled at her, finding their silly mistake. "Then we can also cook though. We can ask it for ingredients then cook."

"I suppose so." Hermione said, looking up at him. Then she realized their proximity. He still has his arms around her waist and her back was pressed up against his chest. She looked down at his hands on her hips and put her own hands over the top and lifted them off. "I can't cook, though." She said, spinning around.

Malfoy was smiling. "I can."

"Okay mister Malfoy." She said mockingly. "What shall we have for dinner?" He held her hand fanciful.

"What does her majesty feel like having?" He teased back.

She pretended to think. "Chief's choice."

Malfoy wore a flirtatious smile and led her to the kitchen. "Would you please grab some meat from the fridge, miss Granger?"

"I sure will, mister Malfoy." She opened the door and grabbed some meat that had appeared there.

"I'll take that." He took the ground sausage from her hand. "We will need some pasta noodles, too, please, miss." Malfoy told her as he got a cutting board and knife on the counter.

Hermione reached into the pantry and grabbed some noodles. "Here you are, mister Malfoy." She said, handing him the box. He nodded in thanks. "Anything else for the chief?"

"You could set the table, my lady." He said, whilst moving around the kitchen getting various items.

Hermione went to the small area they had for eating and wished up an emerald green table cloth and some fancy silverware. Next she added glasses of sparkling cider and napkins with beautiful embroidery. She thought up a small candle holder and lit the wicks. She went back to the kitchen to find Malfoy cooking the meat on the stove, without magic, using a frying pan. He had a pot of boiling noodles on there as well. He noticed her and smiled.

"Would you mind grabbing me that wooden spatula there, love?" He pointed to the other side of kitchen at a cup with multiple cooking spoons and spatulas. She didn't miss the way he called her 'love' either, whether it was by their little game or if it just slipped out. She handed him a spoon and he stirred the food. Hermione moved over to a barstool, across the stove from where he was, and put her chin on her hands and her elbows on the counter and watched him, smiling all the while.

"What's on your mind, miss Granger?" He asked, while reaching near her to grab some spices off a spinning herb holder.

'You. The way your arms flex at every movement; the way you smile with a tinge a mysterious glint in your eye; the way you say 'love'; the smirk you get when your flirty; the chuckle you do when you find amusement in my embarrassment; the fact that you're cooking us dinner-' she wanted to say all those things. Yet she couldn't. Instead of answering his question, she asked him one herself. "What are you making?" Though she had a pretty good idea already. It distracted him though.

"I am making world-class spaghetti." He said whilst smiling. He went on talking about the recipe.

###

Malfoy pulled the chair back, allowing Granger to sit down. "Thank you, kind sir." She said, as she put her napkin in her lap.

He too took a seat down at the table, across from the Gryffindor. She had changed into a dark navy blue dress, not much revealing but it hugged her curves. Her hair was put up with a few curls loose in a bun. Her make-up was light, not changing her appearance any. Malfoy wore a black tuxedo and bowtie. The inner color was royal purple silk. His hair was brushed yet not gelled. His long bangs still shadowed his eyes a bit.

"What a lovely table you've set up for us, ma'am." Malfoy said, picking up his fancy glass. "And what might this be?"

"That is sparkling apple cider." She said, lifting her own glass. She clicked their two beverages together and raised her higher. "To a fresh start."

"To a fresh start." Malfoy repeated and they sipped the liquid. "Mmmm... you have a taste in ciders, my dear." Hermione smiled back at him, pleased with that.

"I hear the chief prepared some delicious spaghetti." Granger said, smirking a bit at him.

"Is that so?" Malfoy asked, lifting the silver lids off both of their plates. "Shall we feast?"

Hermione smiled back at him. "We shall."

Dinner was good and at the end they just wished the plates and everything else away. Hermione had gone to the couch again and returned to her reading. Malfoy went to his room and finished the night inside there.

###

Malfoy came into their living space, which they now preferred to as 'the place'. He immediately heard giggling and wondered what possibly Granger could be laughing about. He come more into the room to find it was not just one, but two girls giggling their faces off. Obviously, they failed to notice him standing right there.

"I mean," Granger was speaking. "It's not like it is with Harry and Ron."

"I can imagine." Weaselette said, a smile filling her features.

"He's different." She said. "Like, it's dangerous or something. And we flirt a lot." Malfoy's stomach dropped. He wanted to know who she was talking about. Who was flirting with her. "But it's like casual flirting, not sexual or anything."

"And how do you feel about it?"

"It's amazing." Granger said, her eyes staring into space. "I keep having these horribly sexy fantasies about us. What we would do on the couch, or in bed." She sighed, "Oh, Godric, I don't think it should be happening..."

"But?"

"But I want to know where it takes us." She looked at the younger girl. "It's exciting and new and I just want to go with the flow, you know?" The redhead nodded.

Malfoy couldn't take it anymore, he needed to get out of there or break them up or something. He cleared his throat. The girls turned to look at him, Granger's eyes widened and she blushed deeply whilst Weaselette smirked at her friend.

"M-Malfoy..." Granger stuttered. "When... when did you c-come in?"

He decided he needed to play it cool. "Just a minute ago." He looked between the two of them suspiciously. "If you're worried about what I heard, I don't think I'll tell anyone." He wrinkled his nose. "Better yet I'll just be going to my room now." He strode over to his door and was out of view before the girls could counter him.

###

"How much did he hear?" Hermione asked Ginny, her eyes wide. "Oh my... What if he doesn't like me like that... or maybe he's-"

"Hermione, you want to know what I think?" She nodded. "I don't think he heard who we were talking about..."

"So you mean-"

"He just thought we were talking about some guy you like, not necessarily him."

Hermione sighed in relief. "Good. That is very good."

###

The next day, Monday, Malfoy avoided Granger all day through their classes. By the time the end of the day rolled around, he knew he was going to confront her. Yet he still tried to much past her on the way to his room after dinner.

"Malfoy." He paused, his hand on his doorknob. His eyes shut in defeat.

"Yes?" He asked, trying to sound like it was nothing.

"Where have you been?" Granger asked, standing up and walking over to him.

"Um..." He cleared his throat. "I've been really busy."

"Huh..." She nodded, but didn't look convinced. "Is everything alright?" Her eyes gazed away from his. "I just feel like you've been avoiding me since yesterday."

Malfoy felt guilt well up in his chest, he looked away and locked the feeling up. "I have homework to do." He turned the door handle and left.

Once inside he put his back to the door and slide down to the floor. A deep sigh escaped his lips, his held his face in his hands and ruffled his hair.

"Fuck, what am I gonna do?" He asked himself.

###

Hermione was hurt. Had she done something wrong? He hadn't answered her question. Or maybe he did; maybe not answering her question had been a response in itself. She was so confused. Why was he acting like that? She was sure they were just starting to get along. What had changed? Was this his way of saying he didn't want to be friends with her, or was it just how he acted?

Question built until in Hermione's head. All of this; his behavior, her feelings, everything was too much. She was tried of having to wait. She was sick of this game. They were friends one day and avoiding each other the next. Then, she remembered what he said 'Slytherins don't have friends', but he had told her that most Slytherins didn't have friends and that he was done using people like tools. Had he really been honest with her then? What if he was using her now to stay inside the room of requirements with her? Was that all she was and would be to him? Just a tool? A mudblood?

She shook her head. They were doing so well, there was no way he would have made her that dinner and all if he didn't mean it as friendship between the two of them. She needed to know. Hermione took a few steps forward, pressing her ear to his door, listening.

Nothing. Nothing but- he was talking to himself. "I'm fucked." She heard Malfoy say. "I am so fucked. She must think I'm horrible, avoiding her all day. Oh Merlin." He banged his head against the door, startling Hermione. Luckily, he didn't hear. "What if she never speaks to me again? I'm a terrible person. I'm such a terrible person." She heard him sigh.

Hermione knocked. "Malfoy." No response. "Malfoy, can we talk about this, please?" Nothing. She waited. Still nothing. "Draco..." The name was foreign to her, yet it sounded so right in so many ways. "Draco..." She repeated his name, trying to grab his attention. She placed a hand on the doornob. "Come on, I know you're in there. Let me in." She heard a mumble of something and what sounded like his standing up. "Draco please-"

The opened. Since Hermione was leaning up against it for support, she tumbled inside, right into him. They were both knocked down. Her legs tangled with his, her face in the crook of his neck and his hands on her waist. Draco grunted in surprise at the unexpected fall.

"Oh Godric, I'm so sorry, Draco." Hermione said, trying to remove herself from him, though she didn't really want to, for the position was quite a turn on.

"You're fine." Draco said, helping her up. Once they were standing once more, Hermione looked at Draco, he wasn't looking her.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Hermione asked. "Did I do something? Say something?" He closed his eyes, but didn't say anything. His face was pained, like he wanted to speak, but was too scared to do so. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry." He didn't do anything. Hermione just looked at him with hurt in her soul. "Never mind." She waved her hands and scoffed. "I don't even know why I'm trying." She turned around, ready to leave. Before she could do anything though, Draco grabbed her wrist.

"Please... stay..." He said, still not looking at her. She watched his face.

"Why would I do that?" She snapped. "I came in here to fix things, but you can't even respond, much less look at me." She was angry now. "I apologized for whatever the fuck I did, but you need to meet me halfway, I did my part." She pulled away from him and turned to leave again.

"Hermione wait!" He said, she stopped in her tracks, surprised he called her name.

"What?" She asked, not turning to look at him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I've been an arsehole." He built up his confidence. "I heard... I heard you and... and Ginny talking the other night." He paused. "You were going on about some guy and... I just- I couldn't stand it." He swallowed. "I was jealous that some other guy was flirting with you..." He waited for a reply, but didn't get one so he continued. "I couldn't even look at you. I felt betrayed because... because we had dinner with each other the other night and I just, I assumed we had something." He sighed. "But I get it now... you don't think of me in that way and... I think I'll just- I'll be out of here by morning."

"Draco." She turned around, he was looking at her. Her eyes were hopeful and happy, they were the complete opposite of what he thought.

"No, it's alright, Hermione." Draco said, "I don't deserve you-" she wrapped her arms around him, taking him by surprise.

"No. No, this is better than alright, Draco." Hermione said, looking up at him, he looked so confused. "I was talking about you." Still confused.

"What?"

"Draco, that night, yesterday night, I was talking about you." His eyes widened. She smiled, he returned the smile. "There is no other guy; I like you."

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. Their eyes closed, just staying in the moment. "Hermione?"

"Hmmm?" She asked.

"Can I kiss you?" He held his breath, afraid of rejection.

Her eyes opened to look at his. She didn't respond in words, but instead pressed her lips to his. He immediately responded and kissed back. Their eyes closed, no longer having a need to see one another. Her hands went to the back of his neck, fiddling with his hairline. His traveled up and down her sides before landing on her hips and bringing them closer to him. She groaned in his mouth as they grinded. Their noses mushed together as they continued to suck at each other's mouths. Hermione's tongue flicked out onto his top lips, testing the waters. He opened his mouth for her, allowing her access. His own tongue joined and dance around with hers. Draco ran his tongue over her lips lightly, teasing her. She pushed his away with hers, smiling as she did.

His hands traveled down to her bum and grabbed it. He lifted her up, her legs tightening around his waist. He pushed her up against the wall, pressing his whole body to hers. He moaned in pleasure as her hands moved up and down his back, and her tongue flickering in and out of his mouth. She could feel his boner, it was clear as it pressed into her pelvis and lower stomach. She pulled back, slightly, not wanting to rush things. Draco looked at her.

"You okay?" He asked, almost out of breath.

She nodded. "Let's go slowly."

"Okay." He said, smiling at her. He started to pull back more but she grabbed his head and pulled him in for another snog.

"We can still do this." She said hungrily against his lips.

"Perfect." He said, diving back into their rhythm.

Draco pressed her up against the wall again. His lips left hers and traveled down her right jawline, sucking here and there. She sighed in contentment. He smiled in response and counted his way to her ear. He sucked and nibbled on the tender spot behind it causing her to moan more and arch her back.

"Don't stop." She whispered, enjoying herself.

He became harder at her reaction to his kisses. Draco ran his tongue down her throat and sucked at the base of her neck. Hermione responded to that too. Then, she brought his head back up to her lips and they joined in another kiss. Her tongue ran along his lips and dipped inside his mouth.

Hermione's hands bunched up the front of his shirt as she gripped it hard. She could still feel his turn on, but she could also feel her own. She dropped her legs and spun them around, pressing him against the wall. Standing on her tiptoes she reached his lips once more. His hands went to the back of her neck and brought her even closer to him.

Hermione unlatched their lips and slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt. He helped and flung the article of clothing over his head. She smiled and touched his chest and stomach area. Definitely a change from seeing Ron or Harry. Hermione kissed his neck and moved downward, running her lips along his collarbone and pecks. He moaned and his eyes shut as she did this. Her hands roamed Draco's body, claiming his torso. He finally brought her chin back up and snogged her swollen lips.

"Thought you said you weren't ready?" Draco asked.

"I'm not." She said, smiling against his lips. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun." He smirked at her idea.

"Okay..." He said, bring her lips to his once more.

He spun them around again and lifted her up, this time moving to the bed. He moved on top of her, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He pinned her arms above her head kissed her. She giggled and kissed back. He released her hands and moved his tongue down her neck. He sucked and nibbled but was careful not to mark. She yelped and moaned in pleasure. The door to their place opened, but they took no notice. They were far to distracted.

"Hermione?" Ginny called, she was checking the main rooms.

They were still wrapped up and hadn't heard her friend call. Hermione ran her arms from his chest to the back of his neck and back again as Draco teased her own neck. Her back was arched in excitement as he continued to kiss her. Then she brought his lips to hers again. She released her legs from his waist, but he still had them parted as he was kneeling between them. They immersed themselves in snogging more and Draco flattened down on her, no longer kneeling but grinding against her. She sighed and moaned against him, enjoying the pleasure being brought on.

"Hermione?" Ginny called again. She was closer this time, probably in Hermione's room, right across from Draco's.

"Oh shit." Hermione said, her eyes widened as she released they weren't the only ones in the room of requirements.

Though, it was too late. "Hermion-" Ginny stopped. Draco and Hermione froze. "Oh." Was all she said.

Draco rolled off Hermione, both of their faces were flushed. Ginny looked like- well she looked like she just walked in on some people snogging, very intensely.

"Hey Weaselette." Draco said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.