"Let go of me, you bastard!" Hermione demanded, pushing away from the male hastily. She couldn't exactly see his true identity, so she just planned to play it safe and be cautious. He reached over to her, and she turned away from his touch, but his hand outstretched behind her and flipped on the light switch. Hermione froze for a moment, the light reflecting around his familiar body, then her mouth dropped. "Danny?" She exclaimed, flinging her arms around his shoulders in a big hug. He hugged back with a chuckle, pulling away to take another glimpse of Hermione's true and cheerful face.

"Why, if it isn't Granger, here to give me another vocabulary lesson?" He asked, raven black hair spilling in front of his beautiful, pale face. He had his black lipstick on as usual, the only guy she knew who would wear black make-up in public. He was wearing his usual chain-linked shirt which always seemed to be weighing more than he could carry on his shoulders, with his pale chest bare underneath and black leather pants tucked into his huge and heavy black combat boots with silver buckles leading up to his knees. Daniel was one of a kind, and if you must ask who her fellow friend is, he's been her close friend for years until he had moved away about a year ago. If it hadn't been for his mother and father living next door, he would never have seen her again. He currently lived with his aunt for educational reasons, but he and Hermione remained good friends never the less.

"A vocabulary lesson? You're the one who pulled me in here! And what are you doing here anyway?" She exclaimed with a smile, him staring down at her with emerald green eyes and a smile that said no matter what, he could never unnerve you.

"Well, I see you walking with Mr. Tall, Pale and Handsome there and figure what's up? And what are you doing here anyway?" He returned the question. Before she could answer, the door swung open behind her and who other than Draco to step into the room next. His first look was outraged and over-protective for Hermione, but then once he saw the other teenager standing before her, his face crumpled into astonishment.

"Well, how the fuck are you, Mr. Rogers?" He greeted, jaw dropped. Daniel's face lit up even more.

"Hey, how the hell are you, Mr. Malfoy? Holy shit, if it isn't the man himself," they slapped hands in a male greeting that Hermione would never understand and stared at each other, then laughed.

"You two know each other?" She asked, feeling left out of this reunion.

"Do we know each other? This is the idiot who dragged me around London!" Draco scoffed, unsure of what to say next.

"Hermione, this has been my next door neighbor all year. We even have a picture with The Red Light District. But you two haven't told me how you know each other," he cocked an eyebrow at them, smiling mischeiviously.

"I know what you're thinking, Danny, and no," Hermione rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest casually. "We go to the same school and we're going through this exchange program, so we're going to some different school in London obviously with two more students."

"Ah, that explains a lot. Doesn't explain why you two are up at three a.m., but I'll let that slide. For a price," Daniel smirked, putting a hand on Hermione and Draco's shoulder.

"What did you have in mind?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow as well.

"School's tomorrow for me and I'm guessing for you as well, since I'm staying here with my grandma. Yeah, I know, I'm practically going through the family place to place," Daniel began saying, leaning agianst the opposite wall.

"Well, are we starting tomorrow?" Hermione turned to Draco questioningly, "I mean, will we have to miss another day? It's three a.m. and hell am I going to wake up in time."

"Yeah, I don't care if they're going, I'm sleeping 'til I'm good and ready. Besides, they're the ones who ditched us in the first place, so they have no say in this," Draco replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well, that's what I had in mind," Daniel spoke up, "I have about five hundred pounds from my giving grandmother that I get as monthly allowance. She's one rich son of a bitch. You guys wanna help me spend it at the Green Oak Mall tomorrow? She said I can stay home tomorrow, or what would be today, since I just arrived here today."

"Brilliant, I'm in," Draco cocked his head to Hermione, "I normally wouldn't be saying this, but you deserve a day off, from all the shit we've had to go through." Hermione looked back at him, then shrugged.

"Fine, but only because six a.m. isn't my finest hour when I'd only be having three hours of sleep," she replied, yawning with a tentive stretch. "And we do need sleep right now."

"We slept on the bench," Draco shooed off her suggestion, turning back to Daniel.

"Slept on the bench, ri-ight," Daniel's brows flew up, eyeing them both.

"Don't get any funny ideas," Hermione reassured, "Nothing's going on between us."

"Yeah, in fact, I'm supposed to hate you," Draco replied in bewilderment.

"Guess the stars are in line," Daniel suggested, nodding his head continuously as Hermione and Draco both stared at him like he was the nutcase in the room that shouldn't be pointed at. "Or maybe it's just Buddha."

"Thought you were atheist, Danny," Hermione replied, furrowing her brows.

"Hey, I always keep an open mind."

"Yeah, like when you tried blowing off that security guard's hat at the mall with a blow dryer," Draco scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, I guess I didn't really think that one through," Daniel thought aloud, looking up at the ceiling like it was the mystical sky that held his thoughts.

"Can we stay the night?" Draco asked, "Hell if I'm going back there to those hypocritical bastards..."

"Sure, Granny's not here tonight, so I've got the whole apartment to myself. I was planning on putting on some porno's with two chicks, a midget, and a she-male, but you guys are enough entertainment. I guess. You guys sleep in my room, I'll sleep in the closet; what I call my second room," Daniel replied, pointing down the hall to his left. "Third door on your right can't miss it."

"You have a second bedroom?" Hermione asked in awe.

"Yeah, but it's sort of small, especially with all of my arcade and music equipment taking up every last inch of it. Things still aren't very unpacked, so you won't have much trouble getting into bed since my stuff's neatly in a bunch of big boxes. Granny demanded it be neat in one pile. I'm hitting the showers," Daniel walked towards what was supposedly the bathroom at the end of the hall. "Knock yourselves out in my bed." He smirked, opening the door and giving them one last glimpse of his devious expression, then slammed the white door shut.

"Ri-ight," Draco said slowly, turning back to Hermione. "Unless you'd like to flash me again like the last time we shared a bed, I'm going to bed." He headed towards the bedroom directed for him by Daniel and swung open the door. "Doesn't seem right when there aren't shrunken heads and twisted posters of zombie chicks hanging form his walls," he thought aloud, then shrugged, entering the bare room. All of it was white and empty except for Daniel's lovely black bed, set against the middle of a white wall with black, glittering drapes pulled over each side.

"Can't say he doesn't have some taste," Hermione sighed, pulling aside one of the curtains and hopped on the bed graciously, curling up into the silky black sheets. "Why don't you want to go back into our own apartment with the others?"

Draco smiled mischeiviously, hopping onto the bed beside her. "Because, young one," he began, kicking off his heavy combat boots, "I'm pretty sure, counting on their personalities, they'll be oh-so worried for us by morning when we don't show up or make any sort of call. I want them to be at their end of pissing in their pants."

"You're so poetic, Draco," she rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes as well, "And very thoughtful."

"You kidding me, be thoughtful to those ass-wipes? And do not think for a second I'm sharing a room with that pansy boy. I've had my share of fruits in my life, no need to go that extreme. Who knows if he'll make my bed with me still sleeping in it, or worst, organize my undergarments. I swear if that pansy lays a single finger on my boxers-"

"Boxers?" Hermione raised a brow, "No briefs?"

"Yeah, like I'd want dick hanging out like that," he replied, turning his back on her while he pulled off his robe and yanked off his black shirt. "Why do you care?"

"I don't care," Hermione scoffed, pulling the black sheets up to her chin. "What, going to take off your pants as well now?"

"Maybe," he smirked, "I wasn't until you gave me that lovely suggestion." He stood up, unbuckling his belt like the pro he was making himself out to be, and pulled off his black pants quickly but gracefully. He shuffled them up into a ball and threw them into a corner of the room as Hermione goggled silently at his nice pale chest. Draco caught her staring. "Shut-up, I know what you're thinking, I'm not such a weak boy after all, huh?"

Hermione, in an attempt to save her sanity and blushing pale face, noted on something else on his chest. "That's not what I was looking at. Are you the anti-christ?" She asked, pointing at his upside-down cross.

"Aren't we all?" Draco returned the question, glancing down at his silver necklace. He turned around, showing his nice backside and butt, sadly covered by a pair of black silky boxers with green dragons spitting fire around their scaley tails, and walked over to the light switch to flick it off. "You know, Granger, I'm surprised in you. You're much more outgoing that I thought you'd ever be. Guess I was sort of wrong about the busy bookworm," he smirked, shrugging his broad shoulders and making it seem like a graceful gesture, then turned off the lights to leave the room illuminated by the halls glow, then closed the door as well. "It's so peaceful and quiet, don't you think?" He asked in a tone far more seductive than it had just been.

"Yes...," Hermione replied suspiciously, rolling over on her side to try and figure where his pale figure was in the dark of the room. She could barely hear his soft footsteps against the plush carpet and the small creaks he made as he lurched ontop of the bed. "Draco, what are you up to?"

"Kissing is such a lovely concept, don't you think?" He whispered in the dark softly, moving like a cat that had more muscles in different places. Hermione didn't answer as he continued her way, crawling up her legs slowly and tentively, making her stomach swell and other such places wet. "You could have more than that, you know," he went on, making his way up her stomach covered by the black satin blanket. "It's only been a few days, and yet," he stopped crawling, knowing perfectly well the effect he had on Hermione as their mouths were close to touching. He couldn't see her, but knew her exact expression: needing, aching, frightened, and the sudden urge to leap out of bed or more likely at him. "Yet, I have this massive urge to fuck you."

Hermione hushed right away, not even letting herself breath as to distract herself from thinking. "Are you trying to seduce me, Draco, or molest me?" She finally asked clearly, mocking his seductive voice easily. It was too bad her remark didn't win her anything. Draco just chuckled lightly, moving his head lower to nuzzel her neck.

"You're too cute, Hermione," he purred, yes, purred, which appalled her quite modestly. She was ready to retort something ugly, when his groin began grinding against her lower abdomen surely and slowly, flicking out a tongue against the pale perfection of her soft neck. "I can feel your need, Hermione," he whispered, tickling her throat with his words and tongue, leaving wet trails down to the collar of her shirt. "Why don't you give in?" To go lower down her body, he tugged at the sleeves of her shirt, and to his surprise Hermione raised her arms to let him pull her shirt off. "There we go," he whispered, pulling off her shirt and sweeping it across the floor.

He swept back her curly brunette hair to expose more her neck and pulled down the black blanket further down her body. Her bra was black and lacy in the dark of the room, only telling by his stubbled cheek and hands, noting on the size of her breasts. He set either elbow on each side of her slim body, grabbing a handful of her locks as his tongue made its way down the bend of her neck, trailing wet lines down to the beginning of her right breast. He suppled down the white mound of flesh until the stitching of the bra prevented him from further exploration. He moved to the other breast, licking across the gap between them until he reached the pounding patch of skin where her heart was beating rapidly. He over looked that and went back up to her neck, her chin, then right under her bottom lip. He flickered his pink tongue across it quickly, licking her upper lip, then, catching her off guard, slipped his tongue between her parted lips forcefully, smashing his mouth against Hermione's violently as his groin pounded against hers.

Surprised, Hermione kissed back, entwining her tongue with Draco's. His hard on was growing bigger as she pleased his subdued horniness with her tongue, breath harsh and ragid. His hands groped the back of her skull, fingers tangling up in her curly chestnut hair, as he pressed his hard chest onto her soft breasts, crushing her between his body and the bed. He slid his hands out of her hair gently and slid them down her body, trailing down her naked sides until they reached the beginning of her mini-skirt. He slid one hand under it, going unnoticeable as Hermione was concentrating on not letting Draco choke her with his tongue, and parted her legs carefully. Right as he smoothed the silky lace of her panties, her lids flew open, forgetting she had her eyes closed, and stared at Draco like a child about to confront the boogey man under the bed.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered into her mouth, holding down her protesting body with his as he slid his hand under it carefully, massaging the tender skin of her vagina and twisting around her pubic hair. As he stuck his tongue further into her gasping mouth, he slid on long finger into her, wetting her panties and surely ruining them after what he was going to do to her. He pumped two fingers into her, rubbing her wet pelvis and inner layers messily, grinding his groin against her legs as he worked his way to getting her to orgasm. Smashing his mouth against hers again, he felt her ready to cum, and pulled his fingers out hastily, pulling away from the kiss to lick his glistening fingers. His slow, sucking movements made Hermione want him even more, and when he was done, he stared back at her wide eyes and whispered, "You taste sweeter than honey." He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and locked her against his errection, lifting her up from the bed and bringing her up to meet him. "Not so sweet and innocent anymore, are we, little Hermione?" He asked with that seductive drone, throwing her back down on the bed and swiftly pulled off her skirt as she was caught by surprise once more. He threw it down next to the side of the bed and like a graceful cat, fell back down against her slender body, wrapping his arms under hers and tangled up his fingers in her wavy hair once more. He peirced a kiss down onto her lips, mashing their lips together hard enough to leave a light bruise, then let go of her hair, hands sliding down her body like before to land on her lacy panties, hooking his thumbs at either silky side.

Ready to slide them down, he leaned into her, whispering into her ear, "What would Potter say? What about that Weasle? In fact, what would your parents say to the new, not so innocent Hermione after she's been fucked by her most hated enemy in school?" He chuckled lightly to himself, about to yank down the silk that covered her lower privates, when she pulled away suddenly.

"My parents,"she gasped, choking on every syllable.

"What?" Draco asked, bewildered.

Hermione wanted to vomit. What would her parents say? They would never see her in the same light anymore if they found out. She crawled out hastily from beneath Draco's broad, naked upper body, and jumped out of bed, close to a hysteric. She bent down and felt around the floor for her skirt and picked it up frightfully, backing out of the room silently.

"I can't do this," she told Draco, feeling for the door knob and flung the door open, light pooling at the base of the floor and to leave a glow around her slender form. Draco had an urge to throw her back into bed with only her bra and panties on, the light illuminating her lovely body.

"Where are you going?" He asked, dumfounded, as she stared back at his wonderful pale body, kneeling in an entanglement of black sheets. She struggled to breathe as he looked good enough to eat, kneeling there like a beautiful blond god or much rather like a perfectly sculptured gothic statue from the medeival era, and stopped herself from leaping out at him or closing the door with her still in the room.

"Sorry," she said quickly, exiting the room as fast as she could and slammed the door shut, padding across the hall and into the living room.

Draco sat there in bewildered puzzlement at first, until the moment caught up with him, slapping him good and hard across his cheek and bruising his cheek bones. "Bleeding fucking shit of fucking hell!" He cursed loudly, the room being sound proof so he screamed it as loud as he pleased. He fell back against the black silk of the bed, recollecting his raging hard on.

"Only one way to help this," he sighed to himself, slipping one firm hand under his boxers.

"Daniel?" Hermione asked as she snuck into the living room, catching him dressing in front of the working television. He snapped his head over to her, wet locks of short hair flying with him, as he was caught off guard by his only female friend.

"Hermione, why aren't you back in there with Mr. Macho?" He asked with a smirk, pulling his black Pink Floyd shirt over his drying hair.

"Why are you dressing in front of the television?" She returned the question, not ready to answer his.

Daniel cocked his head to one side, then nodded, "Fair enough. How about why are you one third naked?"

"Don't start," Hermione replied, pulling on her mini-skirt, giving Daniel full view of her breasts.

"Start what?" Daniel asked, taking it in mock offense.

"You gotta a blanket or something? I want to sleep out here tonight," she asked drowsily, ready for him to give her a smart ass remark. Shockingly, he nodded with a solemn smile and padded out of the room past her, swinging open a closet door and pulling out a The Simpsons blanket, throwing it at her. "There ya go, cheif, I'll be in my closet room if you need anything. You can watch t.v. and snack out however long you like." With that said, Daniel soluted her, walking down the hall to retreat to his room. That fucker tried something funny on her, I know it, Daniel thought as he entered his trashed room. We're going to have a nice little talk come morning about undressing little girls.

Hermione faced the entertainment center, the wide screen t.v. turned on to I Love Lucy. She sat down with the blanket, curling up into it's soft, cotton sheet as she sat in the safe bright light of the living room. The carpet was a nice beige color as the moss green couch interferred with its exterrior. Guess his grandma wasn't for redecorating. The only things that weren't unpacked were Daniel's stuff, unsurprisingly. She sighed, settling back into the couch as she watched Ethel and Lucy scheme another plot to get Ricky riled up.

~~~

Draco's eyes snapped open, mind taking in the numbing music of Nine Inch Nails. He turned his head to see Daniel nodding his head to the music, mouthing the words silently as the stereo screamed Star Fucker.

"Don't you love this song?" Daniel yelled over the music, portable radio at Draco's ear. Draco flung himself out of bed to the other side, glaring at Daniel defiantly.

"You little fucker!" He screamed, fist smashing down on the radio and the pause button, leaving the room silent and peaceful as it was before.

"That's not how it goes," Daniel smiled, baring straight white teeth as he pulled the giant stereo up and under his pale arm.

"What the fuck was that for?" Draco demanded, ready to tackle his annoying friend.

"Oh, nothing, I just like messing with you, I guess," he smiled, sitting on his dark bed in his Pink Floyd shirt and baggy black pants. Draco groaned, leaning against the cream colored wall, staring at Daniel with an evil grimace. Daniel stared back, a lovely smile that would cackle if it could laugh. "Which reminds me, Hermione caught me dressing out there last night, half naked," his smile faded, eyes steady on his friend's face of realization. "Draco, I joke around with the sex jokes, you know that, right? Hermione looked terrified of something, and if anything you're the scariest mother fucker I know. Well, besides me. We joke around a lot, but Hermione's a good friend of mine. I never want to see her hurt, even by my best bud, got it?"

Draco just stared at him, breaking out a smirk. "I wouldn't hurt her, just tinge her a little."

Daniel turned his head, smiling as his neck pulsed with the movement. He stared back at Draco and gave him a long middle finger. "Don't fuck with me, Draco. You know what I mean." He stood up with his stereo grasped under his arm pit, staring back at his friend. "Your friends across the hall haven't left yet. It's ten in the morning. We're going to the mall in an hour, so dress up, chief." He opened the door without looking back and closed it quietly, Hermione already up and going in the shower.

"I was so fucking close last night," Draco groaned, ignoring his friend's warning as he climbed over the bed to get his shirt and pants. Besides, Hermione could've stopped me, right? He thought, pulling on his pants as he jumped into each leg hole, then pulled his shirt on over his head. She wanted it. I had to mention her damn parents...

He thought of what his father might say if he fucked a mudblood. If he still lived with his father, he'd care, because he'd beat the shit out of him. Lucius would have nothing to say but a big bruising cane clutched in one hand and his wand in the other. Draco wasn't a virgin, he knew, and regretted the girl he had first had sex with. He liked to make himself seem innocent around sex sometimes, but other than that, he was indeed a star fucker. Although he hadn't had sex too many times, he had his fair share until he was fed up. He wasn't going to have sex anymore unless it was with someone he could trust. Could he trust Hermione? I guess after that experience he knew he could, but he couldn't trust her to leave him horny and hard.

~~~

Hermione left the bathroom dry and dressed, despite the last time she took a shower, and ran into the living room fresh and ready to go. Daniel had went into the room Draco was sleeping and snuck out her shoes and shirt for her politely, knowing quite well she was afraid to go back in there. There, Daniel sat on the green couch she had slept on uncomfortably, laughing at the cartoon program which was one of Tom Clancy's collection.

"Hey, when do we go?" She asked with a perk to her tone, smiling down at him.

"As soon as Daffy Duck in there hurries his ass," Daniel replied, jabbing a thumb towards the hall way. Light streamed in the room from the wide windows, leaving bright lit squares across the carpet and couch. It was a beautiful day, hopefully Draco wouldn't screw it all up.

Draco walked into the room then, smoothing down his black shirt as Daniel cocked his head up. "Speak of the devil," he exclaimed as Draco rolled his eyes, leaning against the opposite wall.

"You ready?" He asked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants. Hermione and him weren't wearing a robe, needless of the occassion, since the summer was bright and gleaming outside. So he stood there, looking beautiful as always, making Hermione's chest swell.

"Yeah, let's go," she piped, allowing Daniel to stand up and stretch before they left the apartment. Daniel locked it with a chain attached to the key, little skull keychains dangling from it, and stuffed it back into his bulky pocket, heading for the elevator.

Right when it opened, both Daniel and Draco yelled, "Kool-aid!" They looked at each other, smirking, then wiped it away maturely.

"Not these kids," the old man sighed, coughing into his hand as they all filed into the big elevator.

"What's knew, bone daddy?" Daniel asked, nudging the old man. He didn't reply, only grunted, and ushered them off quickly as the door opened again.

"Take the stairs next time," he suggested as the door slammed shut on them, going up as the little lights above them tinged to the next number.

"Rude," Daniel pointed out as they left the tall building, entering the busy streets of London. "We should just walk; the mall's not that far away," he said as they all skidded down the grand avenue of Britain, pushing past people who got in their way.

Draco shoved instead of made way politely, giving an attitude to those who looked on his way. "Can you hear this?" He asked a middle aged business man as he gave him an evil glare. Draco turned his middle finger up right, shoving it in the man's face, "Maybe I should turn it up!"

"Excuse him," Hermione apologized, grabbing at Draco's collar and yanking him away from the man. Draco fell into step behind her, following the lead Daniel was giving, and caught the eye of a familiar looking woman. She was dressed in all black, looking as if she had just stepped out of an out of shape movie projector, and was petting the head of a furry black feline. He was the only one to see her, as she was oblivious to all bystanders and cars as they drove right into her, standing in the middle of the road with an evil grin planted on her white, cracked lips.

"You," he said firmly a little too loudly, catching a few glances but could care less for them. All he could see was the middle aged woman and the black cat grasped in her aging hands, the one cat he knew for so long called Milady.

+TBC+

Chapter Eight of Thoughtless: I dunno :(.

BrAnDi's Note: I KNOW!!!!! It's been so freaking long!!! Some of you lost faith in me, thinking, aye, she's too damn lazy to type, but you were WRONG!!! Well, pretty much right, but I made up for it, right? Gave you some masturbation material I did. I know, I'm good. Shut-up...weep...okay, so I was listening to Star Fuckers the entire time I was writing this. I kept on replaying it and replaying it, didn't even bother to put on the replay button, just replayed it each time it ended. Okay, so here are some reasons as to why I...delayed...: 1. Lazy. 2. I couldn't find my disk, until I found it a few hours ago on the top of my desk. I know... 3. I was lazy. 4. I was writing for other fics or my own stories I want published. 5. School problems. 6. I was pretty fucking lazy. And I know, I'm sorry, really. I know how it is when a BRILLIANT author with a FANTASTIC story like this doesn't update in like months...wow, months...sorry about that...heh heh....well, for good news, I saw Spirited Away days last week and it was AWESOME!!! YEAH!!! So I wrote a fic for it. Heh heh....don't hit me...

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