S.E.X

S is for the simple need

E is for the ecstasy

X is just to mark the spot as that's the one you really want...

Sex is always the answer

It's never a question as the answer's yes

Oh the answer's yes.

Not just a suggestion

If you ask the question then it's always yes.

"Shut up you filthy Mudblood!" Draco was inflamed with rage, his usually pale face growing redder by the second, his lips drawn up in a snarl of fury.

"I'll say what I like Draco," Hermione sneered back at him, emphasizing his name with anger.

"You are less than dirt and you will NOT speak about my family in such a fashion!" He tried to stand tall and appear prouder, lifting his chin, but only succeeded in looking haughty. By this time, a large group of students had gathered round them, forming a little arena in the Entrance Hall. They stood in the middle of the circle, feet apart, fists clenched, eyes glaring daggers at each other.

"I'd rather be dirt than be a Death Eater," she announced, crossing her arms.

Draco shouted angrily and, drawing his wand, directed a hex at her. She was quick to deflect it harmlessly onto the floor, and had raised her own wand to perform a counter-curse when quick footsteps sounded behind them, heralding the arrival of Professor McGonagall.

"Wands away!" she ordered, lips pursed into a thin line. "Both of you will report to my office for detention tonight. I intend to make an example of this; it will not do to have students arguing so vehemently in public!"

Hermione shoved her wand back into her robes and, slinging her bag over her shoulder, turned her back on Malfoy and stalked away without a word. Sneering, Malfoy sheathed his wand, too, his eyes on her until she had ascended the stairs to the main castle and disappeared from sight. McGonagall was attempting to disperse the crowd of students that had gathered in the hall, and not wanting to be caught up in the rush, he quickly followed the way Hermione had gone, up the grand staircase and out of range of the Professor's wrath.

Hermione was surprisingly calm after her encounter with her arch-enemy. As they had gotten older and were now in their sixth year, and it was well publicised that Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater, it seemed that the two of them found themselves in a blazing row every other day. She resented the fact that she had received a detention, but she was well ahead of her studies, and really didn't want to see Ron sticking his tongue down Lavender's throat all night in the common room anyway. Perhaps detention would be good for her.

Besides...every cloud had its silver lining.

She stopped in front of the Room of Requirement, and checking to see if anyone else was watching, slipped inside, shutting the door firmly behind her. She dropped her bag on the floor, and looked up at the door expectantly. Every time they had a row, she would come here. And every time, he would follow.

Sure enough, seconds later the door handle turned once more and Malfoy's pale form slipped through the doorway, casting a locking charm behind him. He turned towards her, anger still evident in his impassioned gaze, but said nothing more to her.

Nothing needed to be said.

He grabbed her arms, pushed her against a wall and pinned her there with his body, kissing her neck feverishly, biting and nipping, wanting to leave marks on her smooth skin. She responded in kind by ripping the front of his robes apart, tearing the fabric as the heavy garment fell from his shoulders. He grunted, kicking it aside, moving his mouth from her neck to her lips.

Their kiss was passionate, but filled with lust and anger. His lips were crushed to hers, trying to devour her, battle her into submission. She would not give in, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and biting it hard. He groaned, pushing her further into the wall so her body was wrapped around his, and deepened the kiss, his tongue aggressively shoving its way into her mouth. She could taste blood and knew it was his.

His hands reached up to her school blouse, roughly handling her breasts through the fabric. She moaned at the feeling, and he pinched her nipples, twisting them harshly in a way he knew turned her on. She could handle it no longer and, breaking the kiss for a moment, leaving him to suck at her neck in an obvious attempt to leave a lovebite and embarrass her the next day, pulled his jumper and shirt over his head, throwing them to the floor.

He responded in kind, and her bra joined the pile of clothes accumulating at their feet. Their naked chests rubbed against each other as they kissed once more, heatedly, throwing all their energy and emotion for each other into the act, blazing hate transformed into burning passion. He lifted her legs up, roughly shifting her skirt up past her hips, and wrapped her lower half around himself. Her body began to move with his as she felt his growing hardness through his trousers.

Moving her white, girlish knickers aside, his fingers found their prize and swiftly ran up and down her slit, eliciting soft moans from her as she squirmed against him. Without waiting to ready her, he plunged two fingers straight inside her tight hole, twisting them around, finding that spot inside her she loved so much. She grimaced at the entrance but was overtaken with pleasure once he found it, that amazing pleasurable place those same fingers had found countless times before.

His mouth descended onto her breast, tongue swiping over her erect nipple, biting it and worrying it with his teeth as his fingers worked her passage. She cried out in pleasure, grinding herself against his hand, feeling her climax building up inside. Grinning evilly as he knew she was close, he withdrew his fingers and stepped backwards, placing her on her own two feet before him, and pulled down his trousers to expose the tent in his boxers.

She glared at him, knowing what he wanted, but knowing that if she refused, she would not get the climax she needed so desperately and their secret 'sessions' would be over. She ripped down his boxers, not caring to be sensitive, and knelt in front of him. He braced himself against the wall, palms flat on the cold stone, and closed his eyes expectantly.

She didn't do anything for a while, and feeling nothing, he growled and began to say, "Get the hell on with it, Gran-uuuughhhh," he broke off into a throaty moan as she took his whole dick into her mouth and began sucking vigorously without warning. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin and he thrust his hips, the slight pain only intensifying his experience. She knew he liked it that way.

It only took a few minutes of her ministrations, tongue, throat and teeth all working to pleasure him, until he began to thrust erratically and she knew it was about time to stop. His growl of displeasure as she removed herself from his cock only turned her on more, the deep and masculine ring of the sound resonating in her body.

He grabbed her and pulled her over to a threadbare chair in the corner, seating himself firmly upon it and positioning her over his manhood. She didn't hesitate, straddling him and lowering herself onto his gorgeous length, pleasure encapsulating her as the familiar warmth filled her to the brim. He did not wait for her to adjust but began thrusting roughly, hard, forcing her to ride him.

She was used to this treatment and did not object, matching him thrust for thrust her hips rolling back and forth, her breasts bouncing. He took one of them in his mouth again, teasing her nipple with his teeth, biting down on them as his hands gripped her buttocks, perfect Malfoy nails digging into her skin. In turn her nails raked over his back, intensifying the experience for them both, as she rode his member for all it was worth.

He never made much noise. When it was time, she knew, by a stiffening of the hips, a few erratic thrusts and one glorious, throaty growl, which vibrated through her as he came. In turn, she felt herself climax, her walls clenching around him and milking the seed from his balls. As soon as she was down from her high, she climbed off him, and began searching for her clothes without a word.

He, too, eased himself up off the chair, magically cleaning the fluids from his cock, and got dressed. He gave her a look before he left – a look that said more than he had ever expressed to her in words. It was a look of thanks, of lust, of anger, of passion and of hate. She could read the emotions in his eyes like one of her beloved books, and it almost made her hurl that she knew him so well. This was supposed to be stress relief, nothing more. A way to blow off steam from their arguments. There was never going to be anything emotionally between them – she hoped not, anyway. As a person, he was simply intolerable. As a de-stressing method – he was damn well perfect.

He turned swiftly on his heel and departed. She grinned after him, straightening her hair. After that performance, it would be a shame to have to return to the common room and sit inanely with Harry and Ginny as Ron made out with Lavender. She had to pretend like she cared, even though she didn't; she had bigger things to think about than Ronald Weasley and his whore.

At least she had detention with Malfoy to look forward to. No doubt they'd fight again. With that thought settled in her mind, she smiled in anticipation, and departed for Gryffindor Tower.