A/N: The inspiration for this chapter came suddenly, so thank you to the inspiration fairy. It's sort of a one-shot as well, and I hope you'll like it as much as you liked the first one. Thank you for all the lovely feedback, reviews and criticism!

Hermione Granger rarely lost control over her life. She couldn't remember the last time she felt overpowered and defeated, and even in the middle of the war, with her body writhing on the floor of the Malfoy manor, she felt as if there had to be a way out. You'd think someone who was so close to dying while being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange would lose all her hope and simply give in. But not Hermione.

Now, bearing that in mind, she couldn't figure out for the life of her how everything became so complicated. She could barely keep her head cool and composed and her whole life seemed like such a bloody mess that she felt the urge to scream and scream until it all magically fixed itself. She wasn't sure when it happened exactly, but she was thinking more and more about him. And it drove her crazy. She'd randomly crave his touch, the tips of his fingertips sliding up and down her back. She'd want to feel his scent around her, desperate to have him close, to hear him whisper dirty nothing in her ear until she begged for more. The thought of it would leave her breathless and aching for him. And it would only complicate things even more.

Draco

"What'd you say?"

Her eyes snapped up from her plate and met the curious gaze of her husband. The moment his eyes narrowed, panic gripped her. She licked her lips nervously, giving him a shaky smile.

"What? I don't think I've said anything."

"You mumbled something, Hermione."

Pause.

Her stomach clenched uncomfortably.

They were in one of the finest wizarding restaurants in England at the moment. He insisted on taking her out for a meal since all she did was work her arse off, as he had put it, and stay in her office all day and night. She was against it in the beginning, but then changed her mind when he sent her a pleading look. Maybe he, too, felt something was off.

She smoothed out the wrinkles in her red dress which she knew was his favorite and tucked some loose curls behind her ear. The surroundings were lost on her since her mind was elsewhere, completely set on one person only. A certain blonde wizard, to be precise.

"Hey, cheer up! You seem so lost lately."

She looked at him again, noticing his goofy smile. It was simply impossible for her not to smile back and she let out a chuckle, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

"I'm sorry… just… busy with work. You know how it is."

He nodded understandingly and covered her small hand with his big one, making her fight off the urge to flinch.

She hated the fact that she always seemed to compare their touches. And Ron's was not good enough anymore. It was gentle and loving, yes, but Draco's… it was demanding, rough, it made her skin break out in fire and goosebumps and her body shiver with need and-

"Hermione? Bloody hell, what's wrong?" He sounded worried now, his voice rich with annoyance.

"Like I said, I'm tired and I need some sleep!" she snapped. He looked at her with wide eyes and nodded once, putting his fork down. After a few moments of complete silence she looked up and her eyes softened.

"Look, I appreciate this, Ron. I really do. I'm just not in the mood for a chat. Sorry."

He shrugged dismissively and raised his hand as a waiter walked by, his wand pointed at a set of plates filled with food which were levitating in front of him.

"Receipt, please," he said tightly, making Hermione's eyes narrow.

"Just a moment sir, I'll be right with you," the waiter replied politely and nodded at him, trying to maneuver the plates.

This seemed to happen a lot with them lately, she noticed. The lack of communication, the snappy retorts, the fights… it was beginning to happen more often and she knew she was the problem, but she also knew that she was unhappy. And she refused to continue and hide her feelings at the expense of not hurting anyone else's.

She got up and slammed the napkin on the table, adjusting her dress.

"I'll be waiting for you next to the Apparition point, I need to get some fresh air," she said and grabbed her purse, leaving without any word. She had no idea why she was suddenly angry at him. Maybe she was just generally sick of their relationship, maybe she was scared and tired of hiding and needed a way out… but she knew the right thing to do was to put a stop to him. And the thought of it made her feel sick.

As soon as she walked outside and the door of the restaurant closed, she let out the breath she was holding and shook her head. She needed to tell this to someone. Someone she trusted and knew wouldn't use it against her. Secrets were like a disease. They would eat you up slowly from inside until nothing was left, but a shell of your former self. And she refused to go down like that.

"Look what we have here."

She gasped and turned around towards the source of the hiss, but her action was cut short when a hand covered her mouth and dragged her into a small alley next to the restaurant. It was too dark and she started struggling, her hands frantically looking for her wand.

Her body then slammed into the wall roughly, her front pressed against the bricks and dirt and she felt someone step behind her, a warm and familiar scent suddenly attacking her senses. Her heart skipped a beat.

Silence.

And then…

"If you struggle, I'll only hurt you more, love," he whispered in her ear and his hand slid from her mouth to her hair, grabbing it roughly. "And we don't want that Granger, do we?"

She shuddered and shook her head, her breathing suddenly disrupted. Her body was on fire from the contact, her senses heightened from him so close, and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and ravish him, but Ron…

"M-Malfoy, let me go… Ron is waiti-"

"Shhhh," he whispered and roughly pulled the pin out of her hair, letting her curls spill around her shoulders. She felt his cock twitch against her arse and she wiggled a bit, the familiar wetness between her legs now making her even more aware of him.

"I don't give a fuck, Granger."

"What are you- why are here?" she gasped, licking her lips despite herself. She knew she didn't have much time, but his hand was slowly sliding down her front and her body simply melted into him, demanding more. If only for a bit.

"Business dinner. Nothing important. And then I saw you with that fucking oaf, and-" his lips slid from her ear to her neck and his bit into it hard, making her moan, "-I needed to have you. You look so fuckable in that dress, Granger. Love the Gryffindor pride you've got going on there," he replied with a chuckle and she rolled her eyes. Leave it to him to mention this.

"Malfoy.. stop. Ron will be out any minute, come on. We can meet in.. in.. ohh Merlin."

His skilful hands were on her breasts now, pinching and pulling on her nipples and she let out a long moan, her arse grinding into him. He growled and grabbed her hair once more, turning her head around roughly. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her and her heart sped up, but the moment was gone as soon as he jerked her head up, making her eyes land on his.

"I want you to look at me, Granger. Look at me while I'm fucking you like this, with your precious little husband right there, so close to you."

She let out a half-moan, half-whimper and shook her head, but her body was still reacting to him strongly. It was like the guilt wasn't there when he was. Like he could make her forget about her problems, troubles, decisions that needed to be made and it always threw her off. He was such an enigma. Fun to solve, but too difficult to understand.

She felt his rough hands slide her dress up and she automatically spread her legs, her palms now resting on the wall in front of her. He only chuckled in return, his belt and zipper being the only noise in the tight space except for their labored breathing. The knowledge of what they were about to do, as well as the fact that they could be caught, made her even wetter.

She gasped as his hand grabbed her panties and pulled on them, ripping them off her body in a second. The cool air hit her wet center and she shuddered, closing her eyes.

"Hurry... up. Malfoy, hurry up!"

"Always the bossy one, Granger," he smirked, his hands on her hips.

She opened her mouth to say something back but was cut off as he slammed his cock inside of her suddenly, letting out a deep growl. Hermione moaned loudly and bit her lip hard, scared that they could be heard.

He wasted no time whatsoever. As soon as he was sure she got adjusted to the sudden invasion, he started fucking her hard, hands grabbing everywhere, lips and teeth all over her neck, against her ear, whispering how naughty she was for doing this, how much of a bad girl she had become with him fucking her against a wall in an alley.

And it never failed to turn her on. She was giving him as much as she was receiving. Her body would slam into him again and again making his cock go in deeper, her hands all over his strong form - grabbing his arse, sliding over the hard muscles of his thighs, in his silky hair – everywhere.

He was grunting as he slammed into her repeatedly, his lips right next to her ear, hot breath sending shivers up and down her back.

"So good, Granger. Fuck, you feel so good… such a.. tight.. little.. cunt," he growled, every single word followed by a powerful thrust.

She was whimpering, moaning, gasping for breath, her hands how almost clawing at the wall in front of her. He made her forget about everything, he knew just which buttons to push and it still shocked her.

Suddenly, he started slowing down. She panicked that he'd stop and leave her like that, but she was also aware of the fact that he still hadn't got what he wanted. The moment that thought ended his hands grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, grasping her legs and lifting them up. The street lamp near the alley illuminated his face faintly and she realized she could finally see him now. His blonde hair was a mess, lower lip tucked underneath his upper teeth as he concentrated on taking her again. His jaw was clenched from the effort of holding her and fucking her in that position, and he had never looked sexier to her. He was wearing a tuxedo, the shirt and tie a complete mess and her nails dug deeper into his back, wanting him closer. As soon as her back touched the wall, her body welcomed him again.

He smirked against her lips, starting to fuck her hard without holding back, his eyes hungrily taking in her disheveled form – messy hair, plump lips, sparkling eyes. He shuddered and closed his eyes, his hips snapping back and forth faster... harder… he let out a deep growl and his hand slid between them, starting to rub her clit.

She threw her head back and her nails dug into his neck, her hips rotating against his. It all happened so suddenly. He was trying to hold back and bring her close first, always being a selfless lover and when the orgasm took over her, she didn't hold back. The moment her cunt closed around him, he let out a deep grunt and spilled into her, his body shaking against hers as if they were working in sync.

It felt as if years had passed before he removed his hands from underneath her thighs and let her stand on her own. Her arms were still around his neck and she looked up at him, licking her lips.

He was zipping his pants back, his gaze everywhere but on her. She took that as a sign and pulled herself away, adjusting her ruined dress. Her knickers were lying on the ground and she shook her head, cursing him for another ruined pair of those.

"I need to go, he'll come out any second," she whispered and looked at Draco. His eyes were a bit narrowed, posture rigid. He seemed to be thinking things over, and the more he just looked at her, the more nervous she felt.

"I'll… see you around," she mumbled and blushed under his gaze, stepping away from the wall. She picked up her purse and took her wand out, cleaning the dirty dress with one flick of her wand. As she was about to walk away, quickly pulling her hair into a bun again, his hand suddenly grabbed her upper arm and pulled her towards him roughly. His lips landed on hers and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, her body freezing against his strong form. She didn't expect this at all. He seemed to notice her surprise and so he pressed on harder, making her melt into him. Her eyes closed and she let go of the doubt she had, kissing him back with every single ounce of need in her body. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. It felt perfect. The kiss ended too soon and he stepped away and smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"I should go back, my clients are waiting. I'll see you soon, Granger."

She nodded as if in daze and heard the door of the restaurant open. It snapped her back to reality and with one last look into his direction she turned around and walked out in the clear, leaning quickly against the wall.

"Ron," she called after him, making him turn around. Her stomach flipped uncomfortably and she felt the regret kicking in as if on cue, waiting to pounce on her again and take over her thoughts.

"Hey. I thought you'd be waiting next to the Apparition point," he said and smiled slightly, offering her a hand. She swallowed loudly and let out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, I-" she reluctantly took his hand and started walking with him, trying hard not to turn around, "-I stayed here to think for a moment, is all. Forgot where I was supposed to meet you. What took you so long?"

"I had to wait for the bloody waiter, he took ages. Sorry you had to wait, love."

"It's alright, I…" she smiled at him when they stopped right next to the Apparition point, her small hands holding onto him. She heard the door of the restaurant open and close and the memory of what had just happened assaulted her, making her eyes burn. But no regrets. Never regrets.

"I needed this," she said and looked into his eyes, feeling as if she was not lying to him anymore.

He kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes at the gesture, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she wished that was Draco. With one last look towards the alley, she let the familiar pull of Apparition take over, her heart still fluttering from the unexpected kiss. It didn't mean anything, she said to herself. It shouldn't.

And then they were gone.