I'm back, for now. This is a multi-chapter story, OOC on both ends, takes place when Hermione and Draco are heads. Not connected to any of my other works. I have some more chapters to add to this, I don't know how long it'll be. I might take requests.

Rated Very M

Draco took deep breaths like his mother had taught him when he was an anxious child. She'd tell him to press two fingers under his ribs to feel air come and release. In. Out. In. Out. Then she'd tell him to remember the time they went to the ocean in the south of France. She'd tell him to smell the calm ocean and listen to the distant seagulls. These techniques had worked in the past to some extent. The rarely calmed actual rage, which is what he was feeling now.

Bloody Granger. She'd made him so angry, and let's face it, sexually confused for the past few months that Draco was ready to explode. It started off on what seemed to be an accident. Everyday Granger took a two hour nap on the couch in the common area of the Head's dorm from 3 to 5. She'd lie on the couch face down, ass up with her skirt riding up and revealing whatever knickers she was wearing that day. Draco would quite frequently come home at this time and would try to be respectful and ignore it. Then she started getting ready in the morning in white, see-through, oversized tank tops that left little to the imagination. She'd make tea in the kitchen and act like it was nothing. Again, Draco tried to ignore and avoid the situation. He'd seen a girl's body before. They were both adults now anyway. They'd seen war. He could handle seeing a woman's body and not being upset about it.

It's not like he wasn't attracted to her, it was hard not to be, but she was supposedly in a long distance relationship with Weasley. She never talked about him and Draco never saw her receive any owls from him. But she had this strange device, a folded phone that Draco would never understand. Some sort of muggle communication machine that she would constantly play with. All of this before today was fine. Annoying, but bearable. It's not like they would be living together forever, so he could get through this odd time in his life. But Granger took it too far.

He woke up this morning to go make his morning tea, and he heard something rather odd coming from Hermione's room. At first he ignored it, she must have been having an intense conversation, perhaps talking to someone on the folded communication device? Her door was half open so he could hear a fair amount. The tea was ready and the sounds were getting louder. As Draco was pouring the tea he suddenly made out the first sentence.

"YES FUCK ME RON" Hermione screamed from her bedroom. Draco in his surprise, accidentally poured boiling hot water all over the hand holding the cup.

But Hermione wasn't done, she continued to scream and moan as Draco made a swift and angry exit out of the common area to anywhere else. Annoyingly, on his way out he caught a glimst into Hermione's room, momentarily seeing her fucking herself with a dildo and holding the communication device to her ear.

Draco couldn't handle living like this anymore. His bloody third-year lust on Granger had come back in full force and he'd been living like it was nothing. And now this? On one hand, he stood in the library so irate, but on the other so aroused.

There was no one in this part of the library and Draco was confident no one would be looking up herbiology texts at 9:30 Saturday over Christmas break. He took out his cock and stroked it gently for a moment. His hand still hurt, but he was so angry and horny that it only added fuel to the fire.

He tried to set his mind on anything other than Hermione's body but he couldn't find anything. He thought of every pair of knickers she owned, he knew them all by now, the boyshorts with cherries, the black lace ones, the green thong was a favorite of his… He thought of how he saw her nipples through her top nearly every morning, small and bouncy. Then of how her voice sounded as she was touching herself, he wanted to make her moan and yelp…

To Draco's horror he felt a breath on the back of his neck.

"Naughty boy." It whispered.

This was not happening, Draco reassured himself.

"I heard you slam the door and I just had to find out where you'd gone, but I never thought I'd find you like this."

Hermione licked his neck and spread a hand over his chest. Draco wanted to stop fucking himself, but he couldn't now.

"Are you thinking about me, Draco?" she asked, mouth close to his ear. She moved in closer and pressed her body against his. Draco couldn't respond.

"You better be thinking about me. Can you imagine bending me over the kitchen table and slamming your cock inside me?"

Draco was trying to cry out. His mind went numb as Hermione's hands unbutton his shirt buttons and snaked their way under his shirt.

"I bet you'd like to fuck my arse, wouldn't you Draco?"

Draco had no response other than to imagine fucking her arse. His breath hitched.

"Are you close, Draco?"

"Yes" He managed to slip out.

Hermione stepped in front of him, with a dark look in her eyes and keeled to the ground.

"Come on my mouth." She said matter-of-factly. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Draco's mind couldn't compute what was happening in front of him, but he did as she asked.

When he was finished, Hermione stood, wiped her chin, and swallowed.

"You can tell everyone I did that." Hermione said smiling.

"Wha?" Draco responded, still not sure if he was dreaming or not.

"You can tell everyone, because no one will believe you." Hermione said cheerfully as she skipped away.

She was right. No one would believe him, save possibly Weasley, that Hermione Granger would do anything like any of this.