"I mean it dammit! They said I could eat whatever I want for my last meal, and I want to taste her sweet nether juices running down my face!" an inmate yelled, echoing off the hallowed halls of Azkaban prison.

"I understand what you want Mister Malfoy but… How do you expect us to arrange that?" came the voice of the magical attorney who represented Draco.

"I don't bloody care how you arrange it! It's what I want for my last meal and I will accept nothing less! I may be a convicted Death Eater, but I am still a Malfoy! I get what I want no matter the cost." Draco screamed, scaring several of his fellow inmates.

"Mister Malfoy, I have represented you for years. I know everything you are and claim to be. But, the Malfoy name holds little credibility in the magical community anymore. Furthermore I sincerely doubt she would permit to being used in such a perverse way. It would take a monumental effort to get her to agree." his attorney, Ernie MacMillan stated simply.

"Then what do I pay you for MacMillan? Offer her whatever is leftover after attorneys fees to persuade her." Draco spat. Ernie smiled at his former classmate.

"She is the singularly most stubborn witch in the entirety of the wizarding world. You really expect her to be swayed by monetary compensation? Draco, come on now. We both know how stubborn she is. We tried and failed to beat her academically at Hogwarts. Besides, she's in a committed relationship. You really expect her to let that go to be your meal for one evening?" Ernie countered.

"She's in a relationship? With who? Last I knew she and the Weasel had split up." Draco asked, his interest piqued even more.

"Me. She's been warming my bed Malfoy. I won't let you have her." Ernie answered. Draco smirked.

"Interesting MacMillan. Threatened by the idea of losing her to me? I can't say I blame you. We Slytherins, the snakes of the Hogwarts world, have lots of talent packed into our forked tongues. I understand your fear." Draco snarked, winking and licking his lips lasciviously.

"Not threatened in the least Malfoy, I assure you." Ernie replied, staring into Draco's grey eyes as a smirk crawled up his lips.

"If you're so sure of your relationship with her, let me sample her. If she cares about you, I won't have any effect on that love." Draco responded. Ernie looked at him hard.

"Not if your life depended on it Malfoy, pun intended." Ernie answered, staring into the other man's eyes, unyielding. He would not falter in the face of Draco Malfoy.

"Then I believe we are done for the day. Have a nice day MacMillan. You are dismissed. I won't be asking you back. I require, alternate representation." Draco called as Ernie got up and left.

"Excellent. At least my other clients aren't marooned to a death trap island prison. Have a good life and death Malfoy." Ernie answered back and walked out.

Later that night, Ernie laid in bed,waiting for Hermione to come home. His mind swimming with the events of that day. He heard the door of his flat unlock and listened as Hermione walked in and placed her wand on the coffee table. She dropped her coat on the back of the sofa and walked into his bedroom.

She wore a white button down blouse with a ruffled neckline, a black pencil skirt, and black patent leather muggle stilettos. Her hair was wound into a tight bun atop her head. Ernie felt himself tent underneath the coverlet.

"You look like a very sexy librarian Miss Granger." he said as she pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair. Chocolate and caramel colored curls tumbled down her back sexily. She turned towards him, a sexy smile playing on her painted red lips.

"You think so?" she asked, running a hand through her curls before she bent to take off her heels. He sneakily ogled the curve of her arse.

"Most definitely." he answered, watching as she reached her hands back to unzip her skirt, secretly stroking himself.

She pushed the skirt down her hips and he watched as it slid the rest of the way down her legs to pool at her feet. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She smiled down at him as she stood before him in a simple black silk bra and lacy black boy shorts. She walked around to the empty side of the bed and pulled back the cover.

She slipped into the bed soundlessly, covering herself quickly as she snuggled up to Ernie's side. He wrapped her in his arms as she laid her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead as her left arm rested low on his waist.

"How was your day?" she asked, turning in his arms to kiss his cheek and then his lips. He returned it, deepening it slightly as she pulled away.

"It was okay, I missed you though." he whispered as he stared into her eyes.

"Just ok?" she questioned, looking at him concerned. He shrugged.

"I met with Malfoy again today." he said, his hand sneakily unclasping her bra. She smirked at him.

"And it wasn't a good meeting? What happened?" she asked, taking her bra off and throwing it towards his wardrobe.

"He… well we were supposed to be negotiating his last meal. And well, what he asked for is a… difficult request." he responded, his hands falling to rest on her hips.

"Like what?" she asked, kissing him passionately. When she pulled away he answered.

"He wants to taste a woman.. for his last meal." Ernie answered, his hands slipping inside her boyshorts to cup her arse. She kissed between his pecks and then looked up at him.

"As in cannibalism or eat her sexually?" she asked, sliding on top of him and down his body. Ernie's hands slipped up her body as she moved.

"Sexually. He said, and I quote 'I want to taste her sweet nether juices running down my face'." Ernie quoted as Hermione breathed on the tip of his semi hard cock. He stiffened at the sensation.

"He said 'her' specifically, as if he has someone in mind. Did he say who he wants to taste?" she asked, licking at the tip of him. He moaned and hissed in response. Hermione chuckled from beneath the sheets.

"Well, thats where it gets difficult darling.. he, uh, he wants to taste you. And I, well, I want to be the only one tasting you." he said as she sucked his tip into her mouth. She held it there for a few moments, licking it inside her mouth. She pulled him out of her mouth.

"Bloody fool just can't let the past go... " she muttered before sucking half his now rock hard length into her mouth.

"The past?" Ernie questioned as she sucked his entire length in her mouth before slowly sliding it out.

"We had a one off right after Ron and I broke up. Before his trial, and before he went to Azkaban. He said he wanted nothing more than to taste me, but I didn't let him. So now he wants what he never got." Hermione answered, stroking his length firmly.

"Why am I just now hearing of this? I mean,I thought I knew everything. About Ron, Krum and Fred, before he passed." Ernie asked. Hermione dipped her head to lick his head before answering.

"I didn't think it mattered because he was in prison. It's not like he was a threat to our situation Ern." she said, sucking him again.

"Of course it matters Hermione, I'm representing him! Or I was. I could have recused myself when we first started… whatever this is." he answered. She sucked him faster, until he fisted his hands, gripping his bedsheets.

He moaned as she stroked and sucked him, edging him closer and closer to the brink of explosion. He lifted his hips off the bed as she sucked faster, cum starting to slowly leak from his head. She sucked the head like a lollipop and he let go. He thrust upwards into her mouth, depositing his seed onto her tongue. She came out from underneath the covers, smiling triumphantly.

"What is this MacMillan? We've been shagging for how long now? Eight months? Ten months?" she said as she rolled off him to lay beside him.

"Eleven. And I don't know what this is Hermione. I mean, we see each other at work and flirt shamelessly. Both our departments think we are dating… but the only time we get together is when we come home from work. We share food, shag and then you're gone in the morning. I really wish you would stay." he said, looking at the woman putting her hair into a ponytail.

"Ernie… not this again. What if we become exclusive and then lose our jobs for doing just that? It's not worth it. We both worked entirely too hard at Hogwarts to put our careers in jeopardy like that. Besides, after Ron… I refuse to put myself in that position. We had better get some sleep. We both have early wake ups." she replied, curling up in the opposite direction.

Ernie rolled over and curled up against her back. He kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair.

"I could lose my job tomorrow and not care as long as I had you." he whispered.

"No. Ernie, what we do is just casual dating with great shags afterwards." she muttered sleepily.

"Come to think of it, you have never let me taste you either. We have shagged in every position possible and you've sucked me clean more times than I can count but I've never feasted on you before… why is that?" Ernie asked. Hermione stiffened in his hold.

"Go to sleep MacMillan. We have work in the morning." she answered, avoiding the question.

"Did Ron taste you? Or did you just not want to get that intimate with Malfoy and myself?" Ernie wondered out loud. Hermione rolled her eyes, instantly wishing she had brought her wand into the bedroom with her.

"Ernie, let's just say, Ron didn't know what he was doing and I've never done that since. And I don't plan to. It's far too intimate." she stated. Ernie nudged her shoulder to lay her flat so he could position himself above her. He kissed her and she deepened it.

"Give me a chance Hermione. Please. Guide me. If I do anything that you don't like tell me. I want to taste you, so bad. Please?" he whispered against her lips as he pulled away.

"One chance MacMillan. That's all you get." she whispered, kissing his lips again quickly. He nodded and down kissed her neck to her pulse point.

She moaned lightly. He chuckled against her skin as he kissed down between her breasts. He left pink and purple love bites trailing down her stomach before he reached her lace covered mound. He kissed it and curled his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down her legs.

"Would you just get on with it already? Bloody hell Ernie. I'd like to get to sleep soon." she snapped. Ernie smiled up at her.

"Yes my darling." he said as he ghosted his lips over her bud.

She jolted at the sensation and grabbed at his hair. He smiled and licked at it slowly. He took it between his teeth and ground it as she moaned and fisted his hair roughly in her hand.

"Oh Ernieeeee." she mewled. He sucked on her clit to soothe the pain his teeth had caused.

"Sit on my face." he whispered against her lips. She shook her head excitedly.

He laid backwards and she climbed over his body to position herself over his face. He reached up and grabbed her arse cheeks.

"Do you trust me Hermione?" he asked, staring directly into her eyes, waiting for confirmation. She nodded and he pulled her down onto his face by her cheeks.

He licked a circle around her entrance and laved his tongue on her clit rhythmically. She dug her nails into his scalp as he licked at her delicately. She tilted her head back and groaned as he sucked on her clit again. He moved to suck on each of her nether lips before sticking his tongue into her wetness. He moaned at the taste of her and she thrust her hips into his face. He smiled against her sex as he curled his tongue inside her. She squealed and came on his face. He licked her juices up before she crawled off him.

She laid back on her pillow and exhaled loudly. Ernie sat up and repositioned to lay beside her, facing her.

"I take it I was good?" he said, licking some residual juice off his lips. She was breathing heavily, breasts heaving but she nodded.

"Holy hell… Ern, how did you get that good?" she asked, wiping sweat from her brow. Ernie chuckled.

"Until you, that's all any girl would let me do. No one wanted my cock." he stated, staring at her as she reveled in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Well, I'm glad I've got to experience everything with you. We may have to consider that exclusivity thing MacMillan." she whispered, rolling over sleepily.

Ernie grinned to himself and laid naked beside her. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about exclusivity with Hermione Granger.