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i know you're are all in favor of killing me by now.. but i have the update for you... better late then never

and let me remind you once more, i am not planning on quitting this fic, so there will be an ending... eventually :0)

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He held her in his arms, placing faint kisses on her neck. Hermione felt like she could stay this way forever, cuddled on an empty mattress with her arch enemy.

Chapter 30:

"Granger wake up," Hermione felt her shoulders being softly shaken. She opened her eyes and for a moment couldn't recognize her surroundings. She bit down on her lower lip as the realization of what occurred between her and Draco dawned upon her.

"What time is it?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"Six am, we need to make our way back to our common rooms before somebody notices we were gone," he said, looking around for his clothes.

"Shit! How could I have fallen asleep?" Hermione thought out loud.

"After I was finished with you, you were knocked out like a baby," Draco answered arrogantly. Hermione rolled her eyes in response.

Draco was fully clothed and he proceeded on removing the spells he cast the previous night.

Only then, Hermione realized that she was covered in a soft blanket. 'This is quite shocking,' she thought to herself, as she wrapped the blanket around herself and got up to find her torn apart clothes. She used her wand to repair the damage he inflicted on them and got dressed as quickly as she could.

"Granger would you hurry up?" asked Draco, waiting for her by the door.

'Malfoy will always be Malfoy,' she sighed and made her way towards the exit.

"I'll contact you after the Halloween feast tonight," said Draco, leaning towards her and implanting one last kiss on her lips, a few seconds later he reluctantly released her lips and left towards the staircase.

Hermione made her way to Gryffindor tower as quietly as she could, when she entered the portrait hole she let out a sigh of relief because the common room was empty. She made her way hurriedly towards the stairway that led to her dormitory.

"Where do you think you're going ?"

Hermione's heart sank to her feet as she turned around to face a very amused looking Ginny.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," she said accusingly, "don't ever do it again!"

Her friend fell into a burst of laughter. "Will you get over here and tell me where you were, and what exactly were you doing until six in the morning?" she asked, sitting down on the comfortable couch.

Hermione knew that she couldn't escape her friend, not now when she was caught red handed. She sat on the couch across from Ginny and began her tale of the previous day.

"You did not!" said Ginny in utter shock, when Hermione was finished with her very detailed story.

Hermione just nodded in response, looking down at her hands, not daring to look up at her best friend.

"Oh My God!!!" Ginny screeched in happiness.

"Will you keep it down please?" Hermione pleaded. The last thing she wanted was for someone to wake up and notice that she was sitting here in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday.

"Wow Hermione, you finally did it," Ginny gave her a proud look.

"You know what, I think I need to hit the showers before anyone wakes up and sees me this way," said Hermione, walking up to her dorm.

"I'll go catch up on some sleep, next time will you please notify me before you have an all nighter so that I don't stay up waiting for you?" winked Ginny.

Hermione smiled in response and walked away, not fully believing the events that took place the previous night either.

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"Look who finally decided to appear," Blaise was seated on the armchair in the Slytherin common room, staring at his best friend with a bemused smile.

"What do you want Zabini?" drawled Draco.

"Don't even bother, it won't work," smirked Zabini, "spill!"

"There's nothing to spill," Draco tried to escape his friend's penetrating stare.

"Malfoy do not give me that bullshit. You came back from your detention at six o'clock in the morning, I know there wasn't a chance in hell that McGonagall would have let you out so late. Also, knowing you and the obsession you had with the Muggle born, I could only assume what went on last night. Now stop torturing me and speak."

"Since when do you refer to her as a "Muggle born"?" Draco tried to change the subject.

"Ginny gives me shit about calling her a Mudblood," Zabini rolled his eyes.

"Whipped much," remarked Draco, smirking.

"Stop changing the subject!!!" commanded Blaise.

"Zabini, I don't shag and talk," said Draco, walking away with a satisfied sneer on his lips.

"You didn't!" Blaise was exasperated. Draco just shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Malfoy do not pretend to be so cool about it, I know you wanted Granger more than you wanted anyone else before."

"So?"

"So nothing! You know I can see way beyond your macho facade, so drop it and tell me how it was!"

Draco considered his words and decided to conjure a bottle of firewhisky and two glasses. He filled each glass with the golden liquid and handed one glass to Blaise.

"Was it really that good?" Blaise eyed Draco with a curious expression on his face.

"Would you believe me if I said it was better then I ever imagined?" asked Draco raising his glass to his lips.

"Fucker, I knew you'd get to shag her before I got any further with Ginny," Blaise looked annoyed, "So are congratulations in order? Is your obsession over?"

After that question Draco was momentarily speechless. He did have her already, and normally he would get tired from girls once he was finished with them; yet he still longed for Granger. He felt like what he shared with her the previous night just wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger. He needed to feel her touch again, kiss her soft lips again, hear her moan out his name again. His obsession was far from over. He feared it had only just begun.

"Why are you being so quiet?" asked Blaise, his eyebrow raised.

"I'm not sure that I'm finished with her," confessed Draco.

"But you just said you shagged her."

"I did. Three times actually," smirked Draco, "but it still feels like it wasn't enough."

"Well, that's a first."

"Tell me about it," Draco was deep in thought, "tell me the truth Blaise, am I going insane?"

"Possibly," laughed Blaise, "Or maybe you just found a girl that actually caught your interest."

"Pfft, as if. It'll probably go away once I shag her again tonight," said Draco arrogantly.

"Tonight?"

"I don't see why not," answered Draco, looking at Blaise's amused expression. "Well, I'm off to hit the shower, I'll see you later," Draco walked up to his dorm.

"Yeah, see you later," replied Blaise with a tired yawn. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He knew that Draco would eventually lend the Mudblood, that wasn't a shock; what shocked him was the fact that his best mate, the guy he thought he knew as well as himself got obsessed with a girl. And not just any other girl, but Granger. As delusional as Draco was, Blaise saw way beyond that. He knew that Malfoy's obsession would not stop tonight as well as he knew that it would not have stopped when he finally had her. He got up from his armchair sighing heavily. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said to no one in particular, making his way back to his dormitory.

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"Hermione you look amazing!" remarked Ginny, the girls were making their way to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast.

"Thanks," smiled Hermione, "does it look like I tried hard to look good?" she asked for her friend's honest opinion.

"Not at all, but I do have a feeling Malfoy's jaw would drop once he sees you," smirked Ginny.

Hermione blushed in reply. She was dressed in tight dark blue skinny jeans and a red turtle neck sweater that had a triangular cut in the front of it, revealing a very modest yet seductive cleavage. She wore it with black suede boots and a matching belt. She had her hair curly with a few strands lifted up, to open her face up more. She only wore mascara, blush and lip gloss for make up but it did wonders for her, enhancing her natural beauty without taking away from her simplicity.

By the time the girls entered the Great hall it was thirty minutes to eight. "Do you want some punch?" asked Hermione, heading towards the corner table.

"Sure, why not," shrugged Ginny, following her friend. "So are you nervous about seeing him?" she asked.

"Kind of. I'm not sure if it's nerves as much as it is embarrassment," answered Hermione truthfully.

"Relax Hermione, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I guess you're right. Besides, it's not like he's going to acknowledge my presence in front of the whole school," said Hermione, feeling a little more relieved.

"Let's grab something to eat, I'm starving," said Ginny, heading towards their table.

"You sound like Ron," laughed Hermione.

"What about me?" Ron piped in, walking next to them.

"Do you always make it your business listening in to other peoples conversations?" asked Ginny.

"Not always. Only when I hear my name," smiled Ron.

"Don't say his name out loud again," Ginny mock glared at Hermione.

"I'll try not to," said Hermione, laughing at her friends.

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"Crabbe pass me the mashed potatoes," said Draco, watching in disgust as his class mates stuffed their fat faces.

"Today," Blaise chimed in, a minute later.

Draco took the plate of mashed potatoes from Crabbe's outstretched hand. "You're not sitting with the Weasel?"

"Shut up," said Blaise, with a fake glare.

"Are you hurt because I called her a Weasel?" teased Draco.

"Oh yes, my heart is broken," answered Blaise, faking a heartache. "On a second thought, I'll see you later," he added, getting up from his chair.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Draco, he didn't want to be left alone with the two idiots for company.

"To see the Weasel," smirked Blaise, imitating Draco's voice.

"Bloody traitor," Draco laughed to himself. He followed Blaise with his gaze, he wanted to see Weasley's reaction to a Slytherin coming and taking his sister away. To his surprise Ginny wasn't seated at the Gryffindor table, she was standing next to Nearly Headless Nick, along with... Granger? He squinted his eyes to see better, but they weren't fooling him. There was Granger, looking better then he could remember. She was laughing at something the ghost said, her laugh was so relaxed, so natural, it made her look even prettier. She was wearing a red sweater that did wonders to her olive complexion and beautiful figure. Seeing her brought back the memories they shared the previous night and for the first time in a long time, Draco felt himself harden by a mere thought.

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"So is this where the prettiest girl in School is?" Blaise came from behind Ginny, hugging her around the waist.

"Hey there," said Ginny, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hello Granger," he said, smiling in Hermione's direction.

"How are you Zabini?" Hermione smiled back. She was glad to see that her friend was finally happy; she thought she'll never see a smile on Ginny's face after she saw how miserable she was when Harry left for his mission.

"I'm doing great, do you mind if I steal your friend for a minute... or twenty?" he asked, with a trademark Slytherin smirk.

"I don't mind it one bit," answered Hermione.

"Are you sure?" asked Ginny, she didn't want to leave Hermione with the Gryffindor ghost for company.

"Go Ginny, I'll catch up with you later," said Hermione, rolling her eyes at the look of concern on Ginny's face.

"Inner house unity, I love to see that," remarked Nick, as the couple left.

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'Why the hell is she dressed that way? Is she trying to drive me insane?! Walking in here with clothes that are too tight and way too revealing. Does she like to be ogled at? Look at all the pathetic boys in this School, their eyes will probably come out of their sockets soon. Bloody Mudblood. Ugh, I can't take it any longer!' Frustrated with the way Granger made him lose whatever control he had left, he finally decided to give in to the battle and stood up from his chair.

"Where are you going?" asked Goyle, he wasn't even finished with his second helping yet.

"I have detention remember?" lied Draco.

"Oh right, sorry I forgot," said Goyle, returning his attention back to his food.

Crabbe grunted. It was his way of saying good bye to Draco when his mouth was too stuffed.

'Bloody idiots.' thought Draco as he walked across the Great Hall with an angry look on his face. He had to keep up a facade, he couldn't allow for anyone to even suspect a civil relationship between him and Granger, let alone a physical one.

"Mudblood, are you planning on going to detention, or do you want to extend both of our days by being late?" asked Draco, with a look of hatred on his face.

"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, utterly confused.

"Remember our detention? The one with the Headmistress every night. It starts at eight and I'd rather be on time, " Draco looked at the big watch that was hanging on the wall. "I'll show you the way if your memory doesn't serve you right," he added, making his way out of the Great hall with a puzzled looking Hermione on his heels.

"What are you on about Malfoy? We were dismissed from our detention last night," said Hermione, once they were alone in the hallway.

"I know," smirked Draco suggestively.

"So why the hell did you take me out of the Great Hall?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"You'll see in a second. Follow me," he said, sprinting up the stairs.

A minute later, Hermione found herself on the 7th floor corridor.

"Malfoy, what do you want from me?" she asked, mixed feelings of excitement and fear consuming her.

"Nothing I haven't had already," he answered casually, entering the room of requirements and pulling Hermione in after him.

"You're definitely out of your mind!" said Hermione outraged. She turned around to find the door missing... again.

"Come on Granger, you know it'll be fun," persuaded Draco, standing right behind her, with his arms pulling her closer to him and his lips nibbling on her ear.

"My friends will be worried," huffed Hermione, trying her best not to give in.

"Did you tell them we were dismissed from our detention?" he asked, kissing the back of her neck.

"Mmm, no," she could barely muster a coherent answer.

"Then that is settled," he said, lifting her in his arms and leading her towards the mattress.

"Malfoy put me down. Now!" said Hermione, getting her senses back.

"I don't think so."

"I am not your personal whore, you can't just drag me in here whenever you're in the mood for a shag," she said, blushing at her own words.

"Just think of me as your personal whore," suggested Draco, capturing her resisting lips with a kiss.

And like magic, all thoughts were gone and Hermione was completely indulged in the kiss. Her stomach was doing flips as she anticipated what was coming next. She felt electricity running through her body as Draco's urgency and passion passed through his lips. He hardened against her body, and moaned into the kiss, telling her just how badly he wanted to feel her naked body against his. In the heat of the moment he raised his hands to her sweater, ready to rip it off of her body.

"I will hex you if you damage it," threatened Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes at her. "I'm serious, I like this sweater," she added.

"Won't you give me the satisfaction of ripping it off? I wanted to do it since I saw it on you."

"No," Hermione stood her ground.

"As you say," said Draco, lifting the sweater up and off her body. "Much better," he added, seeing her half naked form.

Hermione could barely roll her eyes, she felt Draco's lips on her skin and her mind shutting completely off; it was replaced by feelings of passion, pleasure and complete ecstasy.