Author's Note: Temporary is back (for the 3rd time...yeah that's how pathetic FFnet is). It was deleted twice, once the story was deleted, the second time my entire account. Now months after I completed it, I'm here to share it one more time with you all.

The tone in the first chapter will differ greatly from the rest of the story. This chapter is done in the present-tense and Hermione acts like a complete and utter slut, OOC and definitely not Hermione-like. However it will change and Hermione will turn back to normal... Well as normal as I can get her to be. The rest of the story is angsty--- you could cal it a DarkFic I suppose-- so please just give it a try. You won't be disappointed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own two turtles both of whom I haven't fed for centuries.

First Published: July 10, 2004.
Removed from site: September 7, 2004 (yes guys, it was deleted from the site twice)
2nd time Published: September 16, 2004
Completed: July 13, 2005
Reposted: October 9, 2005

Summary: Hermione knew this thing she had with Malfoy was purely physical. She knew that she shouldn't have fallen in love with him. And she knew that when he said he loved her too, a dozen misfortunes would befall them. Yet they both did admit it and just when she thought this temporary relationship might just last, she was left all alone. And he?... well he became one of Them...




Chapter 1: Temporary

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! I can't believe you just did that!" I said wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as Ron stood there appalled and very confused. I shook my head at him, glared, looking hurt and used, and ran then leaving Ron there with his shirt off and his fly opened. His face, including the ears have gone red. His pinky-sized dick (if you could call it that) was sticking out, and it was blue!

I reached the girl's loo and stood there for a good five minutes, washing my mouth out with soup.

I stared at my face in the mirror replaying the images. My best friend! Damn it, Ron was my best friend! How dare he even think he could bed me? And just like that? Just by trying to make-out with me? No asking me out, no dates, no hints, just—

I couldn't even say the words. His behavior disgusted me.

What does he think of himself? Does he think that by finally acknowledging that I exist, that I'm a girl will get me to start liking him? Well, it wasn't possible anymore. He should have realized I was a girl a lot sooner, because I'm taken. I belong to Draco Malfoy, my enemy, yes, but he was also my secret lover.

Finally, after I felt that I was clean, I headed toward the Head compartments. Not surprisingly, I was titled Head Girl, my lifelong dream, my ambition, the reason I was such a good little girl all my years in Hogwarts.

I made my way over to the Head compartment inside Hogwarts Express. We just came back from Christmas Vacation and now we all were on our way back to Hogwarts! I was never more eager to go back than ever before. I was never more excited to swing open the compartment and look at who lay beyond. I wanted to look at him, to ravish him, to have him all for myself. Draco Malfoy was the one in there, waiting for me. He had made Head Boy. No surprise there either. Harry was too busy training, he couldn't be given the position, Ron decided to stick with Harry, and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects were no match for Malfoy's intelligence.

I slid open the door, and titled my head to my side, drinking in his profile. He was up front, his black silk shirt unbuttoned all the way so I could see his pale skin, his six pack abs and the sweat gleaming on his skin. It was still winter, yet he was hot, sweating. I closed my gaping mouth and stepped inside, sliding the door closed behind me. My gaze lingered up his profile until I caught his eyes, staring straight into those steamy gray swirls of intense color.

He's smirking that trademark smirk of his and those intense gray eyes are darkening. I can feel his gaze going down my body lingering a bit at my chest then going down and back up. My profile was a simple, ordinary one. I was a little too curvy, my hips wide, my chest neither a B or C cup. My hair, untamable more than ever, had become even frizzier after my encounter with Ron. I had my school uniform on, short pleaded skirt, school shirt, Gryffindor tie, and Mary Janes donned on my feet. My robes were dangling in the crook of my arm. I was a plain looking girl, but the way he stares at me, Merlin, he makes me feel like a model, no scratch that, a beauty queen.

He stood up, elegantly yet desirably so, and made his way toward me. "You're back eh? Couldn't get enough of me?" he said. His voice was husky, deep, and irresistibly sexy. I really missed him, missed his voice, and more importantly the things he said. Christmas just wasn't the same without him around. I guess you could say I was addicted to him. It rare for me to ever stay away from him for too long. Those two weeks were almost like hell. Were it not the fact I was with my family, I'd Apparate straight to his Manor and tell him to shag me senseless regardless of the fact I was a Muggleborn and Lucius or Narcissa seeing me would strike disaster.

"What about you? Had fun with Pansy, I presume?"

He reaches out to lay his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him.

"Oh yeah," he replied sarcastically and trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I purred like a kitten as I felt his hot breath of my neck and his soft lips sent jolts of pleasure up and down my spine. He found that sweet sensitive spot right under my ear and licked it, sucking it slightly. I moaned as he grabbed my hips tighter and brought me closer so that minimum space was between us. Not a breath of air could perhaps come between our pressed bodies.

"But she's not nearly as exciting as you, my Gryffindor pet," he purred and kissed me brutally on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I allow the feeling of his tongue filling my mouth linger until I too took part in our snog session. He ran his fingers up and down my back, resting on the curve of my back and pressed me closer to him, his own hips rubbing into mine.

I manage to pull away from him. "My my my, aren't we impatient," I mocked as I moved away and toward the seats of the compartment. I lay there waiting for him to come, noticing subconsciously how close, how naughty, I've become with him. Who would have thought that I, Hermione Granger, would tease Draco Malfoy, into shagging me? The idea was preposterous, yet it happened anyway. Happened so soon, so naturally.

He growled impatiently and then took off his pants. Soon his boxes followed the pile on the floor and he fell onto the seat next to me to continue what we had begun.

Our kisses began more passionate and demanding, every nerve in my body tingled with his touch. Everything was happening so fast I was left panting and gasping, my head a jumbled blurry of pleasure and fulfillment.

After we caught our breaths, I slid away from him and straightened out my sweaty clothes and hand Draco his pants and boxers. The train was going to stop and we would reach Hogwarts pretty soon.

He took them from me and put them on and I began to leave like I always do because we aren't anything more than fuck buddies. There is no commitment, just a mutual agreement. We both love the way our bodies react towards each other and we decided to fulfill our needs. Once it was over, we'd go our separate ways. There was no goal of a lasting relationship. We couldn't see the end of it, but we both knew it had to stop sooner or later. But for now, as our body and mind remained young, it would stay like this. Nothing more than a quick shag-and-go.

There were times when we didn't even say good-bye. It was like that ever since the end of 6th year, the day that when I suddenly found myself in a situation which I couldn't seem to get out of. Which I hated yet wanted at the same time. There were no greetings. No goodbyes. Not even a single productive word.

But today he took my hand.

"Um... do you want to stay...until we land?" he said, his voice still husky from our 'activities.'

For a moment I thought he was kidding, but when he pulled me toward him and kissed me on my forehead while stroking my cheek, I knew he wasn't joking. That was the first time he kissed my forehead and the gesture left me breathless. It was so sweet and kind. Nothing like any of his previous kisses and for a second it felt better than any of the times we had sex...well, not really, but it was pleasing nonetheless.

I nodded my head and crawled next to him on the seat and stared out the window with my head against his chest and his chin secured on my head. His hand was rubbing my back soothingly and I never felt more at ease in my life. I felt as though I would be able to still time and be here in his arms forever and forget about the world completely.

I didn't know if he really meant any of this. I didn't know for sure if he felt anything for me. Deep inside in the corner of my heart I knew that I did and maybe, just maybe he does too. But for the moment I didn't care because I guess I'm either too shocked or really happy. I just wished this train ride never ended.

So I guess this was the start of a new relationship. A relationship based on feelings.

Well this might be temporary, but I can hope right?