The next morning, Hermione awoke in extremely high spirits. She felt giddy as she danced around her room getting dressed. She replayed the night's events in her mind, blushing furiously at the memory of what she and Draco had done.

And that was with our clothes on!

She felt that everyone in the Gryffindor house knew what had gone on downstairs, but no one mentioned anything as they filed out through the portrait, on their way to the great hall for breakfast.

Hermione hung back from the group and waited for Draco to meet her. Moments later he came strolling from the direction of the Slytherin house. He was looking at the floor as he approached her. A wide smile spread across Hermione's face, partly from nervousness and mostly from excitement.

"Hey," she said, immediately grabbing Draco's hand as he neared. Hermione found herself becoming more at ease around her boyfriend.

"Good morning," he said, still looking at the floor. For a moment Hermione worried that Draco was regretting what they had done, that he was ashamed. But then she noticed the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. She almost giggled aloud when she realized that Draco Malfoy felt shy!

"Did you… sleep well?" asked Hermione in an attempt to ease the tension. Draco seemed to relax as he nodded.

"And you?"

"Very well, thanks," replied Hermione. "Very well," she corrected herself, nudging Draco's arm flirtingly. She was amazed at her own candor. Draco's face flushed but he grinned and finally met her eyes.

Draco held out his arm. "Shall we?"

Hermione giggled and looped her arm through his. They made their way to breakfast.

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The couple didn't have another class together until Potions that afternoon, a class they shared with Harry and Ron.

Hermione had begun sharing a desk with Draco. Ron was very openly resentful of the new arrangement, but Hermione could tell Harry was trying his best to keep an open mind about her relationship.

Professor Snape was giving a lecture about polyjuice potions, which Hermione was very familiar with. She allowed her gaze to wander to her left, where Draco was taking notes. His eyes would dart back and forth from Snape to the parchment he was furiously scribbling on. Hermione knew Potions was one of his favorite classes.

She pretended to look out the window, but secretly stole glances at Draco. She felt a swell of affection as she studied his face, his eyebrows furrowed and tongue poking through his lips. She observed his free hand resting on the desk. Periodically its fingers would drum the desk, and Hermione marveled at how utterly masculine Draco was. She felt heat course through her body as she recounted the feel of his grip on her hips, the smell of his hair, his breath on her neck. She licked her lips.

Suddenly Hermione was aware the room had gone quiet. She felt eyes watching her and looked about the room at her classmates' expectant faces. She turned her attention to the front of the room and saw Snape with his arms crossed, impatiently awaiting the answer to a question she hadn't heard.

"Do you need to go to the hospital wing, Granger?" said Snape coolly. "I've said your name twice. Obviously you need to have your hearing checked."

"S-Sorry, Professor," mumbled Hermione. She heard Draco chuckle ever so discreetly beside her.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," announced Snape. Hermione heard Ron moan exaggeratedly. Snape called on a different student to answer the question. Hermione was annoyed that Snape had called on her just to embarrass her in front of the class, and it was a question she knew the answer to.

After class Draco walked Hermione back to the Gryffindor house. They stopped just outside the door.

"So, what had you so distracted in Potions?" asked Draco coyly.

"Oh, um, nothing," she answered, trying not to grin.

"Really?" said Draco, advancing toward her. He was so close Hermione could feel his body heat. "You seemed awfully spacey," he drawled, running the back of his hand along her cheek.

"Mmm," Hermione breathed, closing her eyes. Draco kissed her lips softly and squeezed her hand. "See you later," he whispered, and made his way down the hall, leaving Hermione craving more of him.