He ran his hand up the back of her torso, feeling her shiver at his cold fingers. Her messy brown hair lay next to his head on the pillow, close enough that he could smell her shampoo. This was the girl he would marry.

Hermione turned around so she could face Draco and kiss him gently on the lips before curling up into a ball by his chest. Draco wrapped his arms around her; thinking that they would stay in this position for most of the day. Since school had ended there hadn't been much they could do except sleep and have sex, not that Draco minded of course.

Everything was perfect for him and he was happier than he had ever been in his life, except he knew Hermione didn't exactly share his state of bliss. Draco shut his eyes and silently sighed, kicking himself. He hated Potty and Ginger now more than ever. Wait,no,it's Harry and Ron now he reminded himself. As much as he loathed her friends he knew they were all that was keeping her from being with him openly. He would have to become friends with them and somehow tolerate them for her sake. He really did love her.

Hermione turned on the taps and was blasted with cold water. She shrieked and almost jumped out of the shower but managed to press herself against the wall and turn on the hot water knob with her toes. Now with the relaxing hot water drumming on her back she could think.

Oh how she wished there was a book she could read to explain how to deal with boys! She was horrible with them and always had been. Talking to them, understanding them and then flirting with them had never been easy for her. She wasn't that kind of a girl. But if she had thought she had guy troubles back then she was crazy.

Of course now she had a guy of her own who loved her, at least she loved him and it seemed like he loved her…had he ever told her about his feelings for her? When they first started they had kissed and then just kind of well….Hermione blushed thinking about it. Confused now Hermione poured shampoo into her hair, scrubbing it furiously, she really needed a hair cut but Draco always said how much he liked her long hair. Wait had he said he loved her long hair?

Shaking her wet head Hermione tried to tell herself to stop because she was getting all worked up over nothing just like she always did. And it was nothing, so what if her five month boyfriend with whom she was living with hadn't told her he loved her yet, so what? Oh god she was living with a man who didn't love her; he was using her for sex and would one day discard her like the trash she was. No, stop this! Why would he be putting up with all this secrecy crap for her if he didn't love her right? Right.

Finally rinsing her hair Hermione was about to step out when she hear the curtain moving behind her. Then again maybe she'd stay in a bit longer; she was pretty stressed out…