This fic idea was given to me by my friend Wendy. She had this idea and asked me to put it into words. I wanted it to be a one shot but there is no way it could be. I'm estimating this fic to be around 20k words or more.

Life wasn't fair.

Draco Malfoy of all people knew this to be true. The war had taken its toll on everyone, especially the Malfoy family. Lucius was sent to Azkaban, while Draco and Narcissa barely escaped a similar sentence. Had Harry Potter not testified on their behalf Draco would have at least served the standard 10 years for having the dark mark.

He hated owing Potter anything, especially since the boy who lived seemed to have everything already. A loving wife, a child on the way, fame, and a clean slate. No one grabbed their children to walk the other way, as if he were the plague. He had a future with a secure job at the ministry, while Draco had been exiled from his very home.

He travelled around for five years, visiting various countries. He met a Greek goddess named Ada who showed him that some beaches were clothing optional, a blonde from Russia named Niki who proved that although it was cold, she could keep them both warm and an Australian whose name he just couldn't remember. She approached him asking if he wanted to see what she had hidden down under. The girls were exotic and beautiful, but never enough.

He longed for someone who was intellectually stimulating, as well as beautiful. He wanted his status in society back to its former glory, but also someone willing to satisfy his sexual appetite.

A pecking at the window pulled him from his lustful thoughts. A large tawny owl with a regal stance stood outside his window.

A ministry owl he thought.

The large owl had begun to peck once more, harder this time, until Draco let him in.

"You're not very patient" Draco sneered. Great I'm talking to the bloody animals now he thought sadly. He hadn't had a decent conversation with a wizard or witch in years. These muggles were driving him bat shit crazy as it is.

After the small letter had been untied from his leg, the owl took flight.

"Even the bloody owls can't stand me." Draco growled out.

Turning his attention once more to the letter he scanned it quickly;

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We here at the British Ministry of Magic are pleased to inform you that your suspension from the Wizarding world has been served. You may return once more in three days' time.

Malfoy Manor has been searched with the help of Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, and all dark objects have been removed.

You will be expected to pay a certain fee, to the Orphans of the Second Wizarding War (OSWW) every year, until further notice.

If you choose to refrain from returning to the Wizarding world or perhaps feel our conditions are not necessary, we will confiscate your wand and snap it at our earliest convenience.

Thank You,

Minister Shacklebolt

The threat was clear 'return and pay for your crimes, or we'll take away your magic'.

Draco knew he couldn't stay away from his mother for much longer, and he'd never think of giving up his magical abilities like a disgusting squib.

He was heading back to England.

Fuck why did he do this again?

The air was thick with tension as he walked the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley.

Every sneer, every glare, and every whisper of death eater scum killed him a little more each time. Didn't they care that he was forced into it? Or did they only see his mark?

Lost in thought he didn't even notice a mass of curls coming his way until it was too late. They toppled over each other in a sea of limbs and curses.

He tried to catch his balance and pull the person into his arms to cushion their fall, but the person still ended up on the pavement, their head hitting with a thud.

"I'm so sorry m—"He was cut off as eyes the color of chocolate opened and stared back at him. All of the cheesy lines of stars aligning, earth shaking, and bloody birds singing seemed to happen at once. He would later try to blame hormones but in that instant he needed his lips upon hers.

He lowered his head until his lips pressed against hers. The taste of coffee, chocolate, and a unique flavor assaulted his senses as her tongue warily snuck out to taste his lips. He granted her access opening his mouth and allowing her tongue to graze against his. Her hand had traveled up his neck and tangled into his blonde locks, causing him to moan against the stranger and instinctively grind his hips against hers. His beautiful stranger apparently liked that since a soft sight escaped the mouth currently pressed against his.

As if being thrown into cold water, Draco suddenly snapped out of his lust filled trance. He quickly stood, brushing himself off, forgetting to help the stranger off the cold ground.

"Typical Malfoy.." they muttered.

At this Draco's head snapped up and looked at the woman he had practically assaulted.

Oh Fuck

He was so fucked.

It was none other than boy wonders side kick, Hermione Granger.

The deep eyes that caused an instant hard-on belonged to the mudblood.

FUCK

Hermione began to walk out of the small alley they had crashed into, only to be pulled back by Draco once more.

"Look Malfoy-"

"I'm so sorry-"

They spoke at the same time, making the other blush and chuckle. He nodded his head, allowing her to go first.

"Look Malfoy.. I know you aren't the most…loved-"at this he snorted but she just continued as if she hadn't heard his reaction "Person in the wizarding community right now, but I would like to be the first to re-introduce myself. Hello there I'm Hermione Granger."

She reached her small hand out in offering, hoping he would have had a change of heart in the last five years. She knew he needed a friend right now. Being an outcast was nothing new to Hermione Granger.

He gave her the signature Malfoy smirk and placed his hand against hers in a friendly handshake. Of course being Draco this wasn't enough, and he pulled her closer. His arm instinctively went around her waist as his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "You just had your tongue in my mouth Granger, I'd say we are past friendly introductions." Before he could snake his tongue out to lick her like he wanted, she pushed him away lightly.

A small embarrassed smile graced her lips, and her skin became as red as the weasel's hair. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves shall we?" Her teeth biting into her luscious bottom lip, causing Draco to groan.

He nodded, too afraid to speak. Had he opened his mouth he knew the words 'will you please put your tongue back in my mouth' would just come tumbling out.

As he started for the mouth of the alley, he was forcefully pulled back and pushed against the wall. His eyes opened in surprise as her warm mouth pressed against his once more. While the kiss before had been slow and soft, this one was filled with passion and fire. His hand slithered into her hair, tugging it back roughly, before attaching his lips to her neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this" she groaned before attaching her lips to his once more. He knew they shouldn't be for many reasons. He was still looked down upon and she was the heroic princess, He was scum compared to her. Not to mention the sun was just setting and they were in Diagon bloody Alley.

He wanted to take her against the wall in the dark dank alley. It wasn't the ideal place but Merlin help him, he would do it.

"Draco" she whimpered, breaking the kiss. Her leg had hitched itself around his hip sometime during their snogging, making her skirt rise a little higher. Instinctively the jerked forward causing dual moans to escape their lips, he wasn't sure if a little alley romp would be the wisest choice. They both seemed to be vocal.

"Granger.. tell me to stop and I will." His voice cracked half way through his plead. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to claim her right in this alley. Maybe it was hormones from being alone for so long, sure the exotic witches would scratch an itch, but he had a feeling that Hermione was the cure for whatever this sickness was.

"Don't stop" she whimpered out, her hips still grinding against his. He knew she could feel how hard he was through his clothing. If he wasn't inside her soon he would end up with a mess in his pants, and if that happened, there would be hell to pay.

A loud moan filled his ears once more as he ran his nose over her collarbone and up her slender neck, finally biting her ear teasingly.

Her perfume smelled unlike anything he had come across before, it was uniquely Hermione. Their kisses were frenzied yet full of passion as he lifted her a little higher against the alley wall.

Merlin he needed inside of her.

He reached between them and found her already wet and soaking. With a quickly whispered Evanesco the moist garment disappeared, leaving her bare for him.

With a groan he quickly unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to his knees. Of course, taking pride in being a patiently lover, he rubbed between her wet swollen folds until he found what he was looking for.

He watched her whimper and writhe between him and the cold alley wall. He knew she was close but he wanted to feel her fall apart around him, so with one quick thrust he entered her.

They both took a moment to adjust, she was incredibly tight and he didn't want this to end too soon. He finally had Hermione Granger panting beneath him, and he'd be damned if he let it end in a couple of thrusts like a third year.

He watched her tongue snake out and lick her swollen bottom lip, he couldn't help reaching out and licking it as well.

Unable to stay any longer, he pulled back out of her, causing a moan of loss from her lips, before thrusting inside once more.

Her nails bit into his shoulders, through his expensive clothing. He knew he would save this shirt as a memento, knowing it would smell of their combined scent. He would use the memory of this night to get off in the future that he knew for sure. Nothing beat being inside Granger.

Her moans were getting louder and he was thankful he remembered the silencing spell, or he was sure they would be on the front page of the prophet by morning.

He could feel his climax approaching and let out an embarrassing grunt as he worked her harder against the wall, watching her eyelids open to reveal a glazed expression. He almost let out a small chuckle, until she moved her hips in a circular motion, causing his eyes to roll back. This witch was full of surprises.

"Please Malfoy.. Please" she begged, he was unsure of what she was exactly begging for. Whatever it was, he would gladly give it to her.

"Granger" he panted against her, moving at a frantic pace. He was so close and he needed her to finish first or else he would feel like a total cad.

He bent his head attaching his teeth gently over her clothed nipple, causing her to shriek as he gave it a tug. He felt her tighten around his cock and couldn't help the string of profanities that escaped his mouth as he emptied himself inside of her.

Losing the ability to hold them up, he fell to the alley's cold floor. He held her tightly to his chest, lifting her briefly to slip from within her. He could feel her exhausted pants against his throat and knew she would be sore the next day.

He felt her shiver against his body, and finally realized where they were.

"Granger.. we need to get dressed, you're going to freeze to death out here." He whispered against her temple. He had never been this soft and gentle with his other conquests, what was he doing?

He felt her nod against him and they helped each other to stand. Their clothing finally pulled and twisted into place sans one pair of sensible white cotton knickers that were nowhere to be seen.

"Well.. that was—"

"When can I –"

They both spoke at the same time, causing their lips to both twist into a grin.

"Can I see you tomorrow night?" He strangled out. He had never dated anyone besides Pansy Parkinson, but he knew that one night with Granger would never be enough. If he had to give up his old ways of being a perpetual bachelor, just to hear her screaming his name again, he would do it.

"Actually.. I have plans, I'm attending the Nott's annual ball." She replied hesitantly .

"Oh!" Draco had forgotten all about that, he and his mother were invited as well, but he never put much thought into it until now. "I'm invited to it as well. I guess we'll see each other there."

Hermione seemed to stiffen at this and gave a quick nod.

"Until then I suppose.." and quickly apparated from the spot before him.

Draco knew he would have her again, and already had started formulating a plan to take her in the Nott's coat closet tomorrow evening.