Draco

Hearing the words she wasn't ashamed out of her mouth changed everything. It changed what meaning caught meant for one thing.

I, even to my own personal surprise, am not ashamed of our little... affair; instead I don't care who knows. I know there will be a bloody uproar when everyone finds out, but they had to eventually find out anyway. Sooner the better, they say. Personally I could have kept this secret for much longer, but you can't change what's done. And what's done is Ginny Weasley caught us.

The sneaky little girl though. She followed the Mudblood to the library. She spied on her own friend! That's something you can expect from a Slytherin, but a Gryffindor? They are suppose to be all loyal and crap. They are suppose to trust their friends, but apparently that girl doesn't. Or she doesn't trust the Mudblood at least. She saw and we can't really deny it either. I mean why would a friend of the Mudblood create the story she saw the Mudblood and myself fucking the library? Highly doubtful.

The Mudblood still crying, but not so hard. Holding her is not so awkward and that... almost scares me.

She waited for me tonight.

She's not ashamed.

Those two thoughts make everything seem like it's going to be okay and I don't know why.

Hermione

I'm not ashamed. I'm scared. Scared out of my mind.

What will happen? Will Ron hate me? Will Harry hate me? Will I be shunned? Will Draco be shunned? To a Slytherin, a Pureblood, I'm not exactly their first choice. Normally... but Draco did choose me, did he not?

I'm so scared. What will the teachers say? If we are caught like this, naked and alone in the library, will we be expelled? Will Ginny run to an adult or run back to the dormitory and let me come back? Will she confront me or tell everyone while acting, to my face, like she didn't see anything? What if I'm expelled and kicked out of Hogwarts and forced to go home? What will I tell my parents, "I was caught having sex in the library and expelled?" My parents will surely hate that. My parents won't accept that.

I don't even know how to fix this. I don't know what to do know. Part of me wants to continue what I stopped with Draco; another part of me wants to run as far as I can away from the library.

But I won't deny it... having Draco hold me is more comforting than anything.

Ginny

Oh Merlin! Oh Gods!

Hermione and... and Draco Malfoy!

Hermione was cheating on my brother - my brother! - with Draco Malfoy of all people! It wasn't even a Gryffinor, or a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw; it was a Slytherin. It was the King of Gits, Draco Malfoy!

Has she officially lost her mind? How can she be so stupid to do something like that? Not just is she risking her relationship with Ron, but also her school career, because surely if a teacher found them (and they are in the library, surely not that hidden) they will be expelled.

But why Draco Malfoy of all people anyway? Sure, he's handsome, but his personality makes me want to puke most of the time. What the hell can she see in him?

Oh Merlin, Hermione and Draco... having sex!

I can barely believe what I saw.

I don't know how many people will believe me if I told anyway. But I have to try. Ron and Harry has to know. This is for Hermione's safety.

Hermione

Draco has been holding me, who is crying, for an hour and no one has come, nor has he moved. Part of me is now just staying in his arms for the familiarity not really the comfort. I'm scared still, I mean who wouldn't be? But the shock has wore off a little. I can think a little more clearly.

I am only thinking about getting one last time in before it all falls apart around us. This small, fragile shelter we made around us is going to leave us soon and I want one more time in it. I want Draco once more before he's gone.

Draco

The Mudblood kissed me with a tear-stained face. Her eyes, her brown eyes, are full of passion and hunger. I think she wants one more time before we have to give it up and I agree it. I want more. But not just once more. A lot more. I don't want to have to give this up. I'm sure, if we talk about it, we can find ways for us to continue even if we publicly "break up." She's the smartest witch in our year... if anyone can think of a way, she can.

"Don't," I murmured against her mouth. "We need to talk."

I could barely believe I was choosing talking over fucking, but I was. The Mudblood's shock and slight hurt was evident on her face. She moved away, just staring at me.

"I don't want this to be our last time," I stated clearly.

A smile, sweet smile crept on her face, but it disappeared faster than it appeared. "We can't continue. Malfoy, Ginny saw us. She knows." She frowned at me with a sexy pout that almost made me forget my decision to talk and pull her in my arms again.

"Come on, Granger," I said, "you're the best witch in our year, you were raised by Muggles–" her eyebrows went up in suspicion, so I rushed on, "who have to find ways out of unpleasant situations without magic daily. Come on, Granger, don't tell me you haven't heard of a Muggle ay out of this situation. Just so we can continue. In secret."

"Must it be in secret?" she whispered. Her suspicion gone. I stared at her for a moment which is probably why she added, "We could easily become a 'couple' and then we can do what we want. Mind you, we still have to avoid the teachers at night, but we won't have to avoid the teachers. Or be ashamed."

When she added the last bit my heart squeezed. She thought I was ashamed, that was almost laughable. "If," I said slowly, "either of us was really ashamed, we would have left."

Another small, sweet smile came to her lips, and this time it stayed. "So what's the big deal? All we have to do is squash rumors of shagging which, even in this school, is not hard considering everyone knows how not to get caught."

"But everyone does it," I whispered quietly, remembering all the girls I had shagged before her. And one after. "But do you want to be a couple... with me?"

The Mudblood looked at me for a moment, thinking. Finally, she said, "Only if you start to call me Hermione."

Hermione

He always calls me Granger which makes me have to call him Malfoy and if we are going to be... involved, we need to change that. I won't continue to have sex with him if I know him as freaking Malfoy and not Draco. He's Draco and Draco is different than who I know Malfoy to be. Isn't that strange? They are the same person aren't they?

"Hermione," he said as if testing the feel of my name on his lips. He smiled a smile of sweetness rather than arrogance. "Hermione, I like it."

I smiled broadly, leaning forward to kiss him,

"Are you sure?" he whispered. My answer was to kiss him. And then deepen the kiss.

Slowly we resumed our love play.

Ginny

I told Harry and Ron; neither believed me, of course. I knew they wouldn't. Ron had actually laughed. "It's more likely she was cheating on me with Neville!" he had said. But he's wrong. Harry had just shook his head and said he didn't believe me. At least he didn't laugh... I'll give Harry the fact he didn't laugh.

I know this has become somewhat of an obsession with me, but I have to find a way to get Harry and Ron to believe me, so we can all talk to Hermione. The more I think about Hermione with Draco, the scarier the thought becomes and the more urgent it seems to get her help. I would say she might be under the Imperious Curse, but I really don't think she is. I think, and this scares me most, she is with him on her own free will.

Tonight, when I go to the library, I'll bring a camera. Or maybe find a way to use a pensieve and show them the memory.

Hermione

I didn't talk to Ginny when I saw her this morning, the morning after she caught Draco and I, but she didn't talk to me either. Everyone actually was usually quiet and distant towards me. I can only imagine that Ginny told the lot of them, but no one said a word about it.

I forced myself not to even look toward the Slytherin table. Draco had told me the night before, when we were kissing goodbye, that he would fix it. And I believe him. I just hope he doesn't take too long. There's commotion on the other side of the Great Hall...

There's Ginny. She wants to talk. I don't really want to talk, but I will. Deny. I will deny it until Draco does something. He said he would... and I believe him.