AN: Sorry about the delay guys, I had finals for school and then got caught up in not getting a second job like I wanted and now working as much as possible not that they give me any hours and I wanna get this up before I start my internship, because then I'll never finish it!!

Final chapter!! Hope you enjoy! More reviews then last time, yeah guys?

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Midterms for the students came and went quickly. Hours and hours of studying all brought onto one piece of paper.

Draco and Hermione obtained O's on all of their midterms, as expected.

Everyone was packing fervently, as always, at the last minute. The train departed the next morning, and students were rushing to decide what to take home, what to leave at school, what they needed for the trip, and other such necessities.

Draco was no exception. He was scuttling around his dorm room, picking things up, tossing them around and setting other things down.

Hermione sat on his large, queen sized, four-poster bed with a grin on her face, "You know, Draco, if you'd packed when I did, we could be doing other things then me watching you figure out which underwear to pack."

He scowled at her, "Excuse me if normal people don't pack two weeks before departure date. Now shut your mouth and let me do my thing!"

She laughed at him and stretched across his black silk sheets while he finished packing. She moaned as she felt the softness on the bareness of her arms and legs. She kicked off her shoes.

Hermione glanced up from the bed and saw Draco staring at her, with a pair of socks clutched in his hands. "What are you looking at?"

"Since when do my sheets turn you on?"

"Since you were too busy packing then to pay attention to me." She rubbed a hand over her chest and moaned again.

Draco growled and tossed his socks into his trunk before advancing toward his bed. He was stopped short when Hermione lifted up a socked foot and pushed him back. "Wha--?"

"You have to pack, good sir. No playing with the bits today! I'll just have to entertain myself."

Hermione laughed as Draco cussed audibly. He went back to packing, but watching her out of the corner of his eye as she touched her chest and other sensitive places, knowing it would turn him on as well as irritate him.

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Once he was packed Hermione pecked him on the cheek and giggled a good night before running off to her room, leaving him straining in his pants and irritated.

The train was leaving tomorrow morning sharply at eleven and until then, he would have to deal with using his hand for company. He was none-too-pleased.

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Hermione was in a compartment on the train at ten thirty. She wanted the prime seating before others had a chance to take it and didn't want to deal with the foot traffic at eleven.

She was stretched out in the compartment at the end of the train, opposite the engine room and subsequently the teachers and adult guards. She had her nose in a book, legs crossed in front of her, propped up on the adjacent chair.

She was so engrossed in her novel she only noticed someone was in the compartment with her with the door swished shut violently, making the window embedded in the door shake.

Looking up suddenly she saw Draco, standing in all his aggressive glory, face tinged red and a fire in his eyes.

Hermione batted her eyelashes at him, "Something the matter my dear?"

"I do not appreciate being teased and then left to deal with only my hand for company, you sneaky little wench!"

Hermione had no time to retort when he pulled down the shade to the compartment window, rushed across the short space, tossed her book in the air and pinned her against the back wall.

She squealed when he ripped her shirt open, her uniform buttons scattering across the compartment. "Draco!"

He paused from molesting her collar bone with his mouth and looked into her eyes, "What? I thought you liked me rough like this? And after last night…be damned if I'm going to be gentle!"

She giggled and shook her head, "No, nothing like that. I just didn't appreciate you destroying yet another piece of my clothing!"

Draco growled at her, "Like I give a damn! You act as if I can't buy you tons of new clothes, now shut your mouth!"

He resumed his attack on her neck, but quickly leading down to her chest. She squealed and moaned as he bit and licked before pulling down her bra and lavishing attention on the peaks of her mountains.

Draco reveled in satisfaction when she screamed after biting down on a nipple. He pulled back and muttered a silencing spell. "No need to get caught before finishing."

He loved it when she giggled at his jokes. He went to make a move for her skirt but she shoved him backwards.

He stumbled sideways and fell onto one of the compartment benches. She shed the remnants of her shirt and unhooked her bra. After quickly kicking off her shoes she shimmied out of her underwear and left her skirt on.

Draco didn't wait for help or instruction as he unbuckled his pants. He shoved them down for her and she climbed onto his lap. He was already alive and ready for her.

"Why do you always have to be on top?" He asked as he positioned himself and she slipped onto his shaft.

Hermione grunted as he filled her, "Because I can. Don't deny that you like it."

He watched as she wrapped her hands onto the baggage shelf above them for leverage and began lifting herself up and down on and off of him. He grunted at her tightness. "No, I can't say I don't enjoy it."

A reply from her wasn't necessary as he started lifting up his body in time to her movements, pounding into her as fast and rough as possible.

Hermione moaned and screamed. Her knuckles were white from clenching the shelf.

Soon Draco grew tired of the position they were in and he grabbed her roughly around the rear and stood up with her in his arms. She stayed clenching the shelf as he started pumping into her while using his strong arms to life her up and down.

It didn't take long for the two to reach climax. Hermione, being the more vocal of the two, screamed her release as he grunted.

Draco fell to the compartment bench with Hermione on top, still covering his shaft with her womanhood. The two were panting.

He looked at her and brushed some sweat drenched hair from her face, "Come spend Christmas with me."

Hermione stopped breathing mid-gasp and stared at him, "What?"

"Spend Christmas with me. At the manor."

Hermione slowly lifted herself up from his body and stretched. "Why would you want me to come to your house for the holidays?"

He watched as she muttered a cleaning spell and then started to replace her clothes, including the destroyed school shirt. She glared at it and grabbed her sweater to cover it.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my girlfriend and I want you to be with me."

She laughed, "That was so girly! Wouldn't your parent's disprove?"

He shrugged and pouted that she'd called him a girl. 'They're not even home. Gone vacationing in France."

She sat on the bench across him and crossed her legs, a thoughtful expression on her face. She grinned and nodded, "I'd love to."

He grinned at her and re-dressed himself before moving over to her bench. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. He couldn't express his happiness any other way.

Hermione pulled away and looked at him, "But that doesn't mean you can use me to fulfill some weird ass fantasy about trying to fuck in every room in that place, got it?"

The two laughed and shared a sweet kiss.

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