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Christmas break had come and gone like the others. Hermione had been asked multiple times what was wrong and she always answered with "Just stressed about the O.W.Ls." Was feeling miserable all the time just part of growing up?

Hermione got on the train to return to Hogwarts. She avoided Draco at all costs. Even though she did want him to talk to her again, she was still conflicted with his intentions. Once she got to her compartment, Ron went on and on about the New Year's party they would be having tonight. Hermione couldn't care less. Every prefect party they've had so far brought her trouble. She decided that she would stay in her room for the rest of them. She had homework and studying to worry about. She shouldn't let herself get distracted.

It was finally dinner and Hermione didn't bother to listen to the welcome back speech or even grab a plate. She was too busy thinking about the library and how many books on transfiguration she would need to check out. She thought about just staying the night there so she wouldn't have to go to the common room.

Studying bored her for once. She found it hard to focus and kept thinking about the night Draco and her shared before the break. As much as she hated herself for doing it, she wanted to do it again. Every time she thought about it, her mind wandered. She had to force herself to get back to her book. After two hours of battling with herself, she decided to go to her room.

Her game plan was to run straight through the chaos and up to the dorms. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself. When she opened the door, deafening music shot through her ears. She took a deep breath and bolted, dodging the sloppy dancing of her drunken peers. She finally got to her room and slammed the door behind her. She was finally safe.

With the music blaring, Hermione of course couldn't sleep. She decided she would try studying again. Maybe if she was in the comfort of her bed, she could relax. As soon as she opened her book, there was a knock on her door. She assumed it was Ron going to beg her to come out there. She would decline but she needed some company right now.

"Come in!" She called at her door.

She knew it wasn't Ron because the fiery red hair she expected was bleach blond and he was wearing an all-black outfit that Ron wouldn't be caught dead in. Draco squeezed his way through the crack of the door and shut it quietly behind him. Hermione sat up in her bed annoyed.

"What do you want?" She asked him, closing her book. Draco made his way over and sat on the end of her bed.

"Why aren't you out there?" He asked.

"I'm studying." She held up her books and pretended that she was very busy.

"For the O.W.Ls?" Hermione could smell the alcohol on his breath. She nodded. "Those aren't for another six months! Loosen up, Granger."

"These are the most important tests of our lives! I suggest you get to studying too before it's too late. Do something more useful with your time than getting smashed every chance you get, yeah?"

"Oh, please. It's a party. I'm just having fun." Draco laughed. "You should try it sometime." He took the book out of her hand and tossed it to the side. Hermione glared at him. He tried his best to make sure she knew he didn't mean any harm. "You know, I kinda missed you over break." He stretched out on her bed and used his hands as a pillow. "We had some good times together."

"Did you miss me or my body?" Hermione scoffed and looked down at him as he invaded her personal space. Draco shrugged.

"Both, I guess."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew exactly where this was going. He would get her all vulnerable just so he could take advantage of her again. Of course, she knew that, but for some reason, she wasn't kicking him out. She just stared at his lower abdomen that was exposed when he stretched out his arms. He rolled on his side and looked at her.

"I think we might have a good thing going on, Granger." He rested his hand on her knee. "Why don't we give it a shot?" Hermione thought about his question for a moment.

"If Harry or Ron find out, they'll kill you."

"You won't tell them of course. You won't tell anyone." He ordered.

"What if I do?"

"I'll deny it. Tell everyone you're crazy." he said as he sat up. "This isn't just for my pleasure. It's for yours too and I think we both know that."

Hermione let him kiss her, admitting to his accusation. She couldn't help herself. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time. It also gave her a new sensation in her lower abdomen. She sank into her pillows allowing him to climb on top of her. She felt like an idiot but still did nothing to stop him. She just let him take control of her every time.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her down more. He opened her legs so he could squeeze his way in. Before he could go any further, Hermione reached for her wand on the nightstand and shot it at the door, locking it, letting him know that she was okay with everything. He pushed himself onto her again. Hermione blushed as she felt the hardness of him for the second time. He bent down to kiss her neck. Her breaths got deeper and she let out a quiet moan as he sucked on her exposed skin.

Hermione took this opportunity to impress him. Maybe he would like her more if she took control this time. She sat up and pushed him onto his back so she was on top. He obviously didn't expect that from her by the look on his face. He gaped and placed his hands on her hips and moved them back and forth on top of his erection. It was rough grinding through his pants and Draco couldn't wait much longer. He tore off his shirt and invited Hermione to do the same. He watched the moonlight creeping through the window which made her body glow. He took it all in.

She scooted back so that he could undo his belt. He pulled down his pants, exposing himself. Hermione reached down and began stroking his shaft. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head and groaned. Hermione didn't know she could have so much power over him. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She positioned herself so that he could slide in easily. As soon as he was all the way in, Hermione gasped. It felt so different from being on the bottom. He hit just the right spot this time. Draco bit his lip as she began to grind on him. Between thrusts, she could feel the wetness of them both. She swore under her breath.

She leaned forward and started to kiss his neck. He moaned lightly in her ear. He picked her up by the waist and impaled her over and over again. Hermione tried to conceal her whimpers when he went deeper. She gasped as she felt an unfamiliar build-up in her groin. She had never came before. Not even with herself. Of course, she had tried multiple times, she just lacked motivation.

"You like that, Granger?"

"Mhmm." Hermione let out a squeak as she clenched herself around him preparing for the release. The pressure was so intense, she had to grip the head board for support.

"Are you going to come for me?" Draco grabbed her ass, forcing her down as hard as he could.

"Yeah." Hermione let go and allowed Draco to continue pounding. She felt the moisture run down her now-shaking legs. She panted as Draco flipped her over to finish the job. Hermione lay there motionless. She could hardly feel her legs beside the occasional spasm that made her toes curl. Before she knew it, Draco sat up and finished on her stomach again. This time was different though. Instead of making her clean up, he took a tissue from her nightstand and wiped her off himself. Very carefully making sure to get all of it. Hermione watched him. His sweat was glistening off of his bare chest. His shirt clung to him as he pulled it over his head. Hermione got dressed as well. Slowly, making sure he watched her too.

Hermione expected him to walk right out the door as soon as he was dressed, but he didn't. He crawled back into her bed and cuddled up next to her, resting his head on her chest.

"As I expected, you're much comfier than my pillow." Draco closed his tired eyes. Hermione did the same. She was so exhausted, she fell asleep instantly.