Hey, Alison here. This is the first smut I've ever written. Since I have absolutely NO experience in the area of sexytimes, let me know how realistic this is. Thanks! Enjoy.

Hermione entered the flat, depositing the grocery bags onto the kitchen table.

"Draco," she called quietly, "Are you awake?"

Silently, he came up behind her, grabbed her by the waist and swung her around, causing her to shriek. She brushed off the wrinkles in her shirt and turned to face him.

"Are you feeling any better? I brought stuff to make some chicken noodle soup."

"Oh, yeah! I'm feeling much better," he drawled, pulling her closer to him and placing a hand on her ass.

"Draco, cut it out," she slapped his hand away.

"Aw, come on, love, let's have some fun," Hermione placed a hand on his forehead.

"Draco, you're burning up. Go back to bed!"

"That's what I've been trying to do all along," he winked at Hermione. She rolled her eyes.

"Go,"

"But-,"

"No buts. Bed. Now."

Draco sighed, but did as he was told, smacking her on the bum as he passed her to go back to the bedroom.

She smiled, shaking her head and started cutting vegetables for a big pot of soup. She listened for him in the bedroom as she poured broth into the pot and added chicken and vegetables, but she didn't hear a peep.

When it was finished, she ladled two scoops of broth and one scoop of noodles into a bowl and took it into the bedroom.

"Draco, love? I have some soup for you." He didn't budge.

Hermione placed the soup on the end table and crawled onto the bed, "Draco? Are you awake?"

In one solid motion, Draco scooped her up and began to snog her.

"Draco!" she tried to protest, but was soon silenced with his mouth. She tried again, but soon enough, she was as ready for this as he was.

He nipped at her earlobe, silently asking for permission to continue. She nodded and he began to unbutton her shirt while she wrestled with his belt buckle. Returning his mouth to hers, the rest of their clothes seemed to melt away.

He pushed her up against the bed, and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing large handfuls of his hair, locking him in place. He shifted, wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so he was on top, and returned his attention to her swollen breasts.

"Ohh, Draco, now. I need you," she gasped.

He placed his mouth back over her mouth and smirked as she squeaked beneath him.

"Are you sure?" he teased against her mouth.

"Of course I'm bloody sure!" she breathed, losing patience, "Go on, then,"

He entered her and they both stopped a moment, adjusting. After a few moments, Draco began to thrust into her, starting gently and slowly building speed as the woman beneath him gasped, moaned and let out the adorable little squeaks that always made him smile.

"Draco," she cried out as her back arched. He started to come undone, and his thrusts became sloppier as he neared his release. Her walls clenched around him and she moaned. Draco lost himself and yelled with her as he felt his semen fill her, as they collapsed onto each other, a tangle of limbs.

"Well, I for one, feel much better now," Draco breathed.

"Shut up and eat your soup,"