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Synopsis: When childhood adversaries realize being filthy is a good thing when you're an adult.

Notes: Cheeky flashback, then smut, smut, and more smut.

Songs that inspired the chapter:
I Get Lonely – Janet Jackson
Sex With Me – Rihanna
Earned It (Fifty Shades Of Grey) – The Weeknd
I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys
Say You Love Me - Shura Remix – Jessie Ware, Shura

Chapter 2: Pure Filth

The story of how Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger's affair came to be started on a night out much like this one.

"What do you mean you don't have any tables? Don't you know who I am?" Ginny Weasley angrily yells at the host. The fiery redhead has already drank more than her fair share of firewhisky for the night.

"Yes, Miss Weasley. I am a big fan of the Harpies, and I know who Miss Granger is as well. But all of the tables are reserved, and it doesn't look like anyone will be leaving soon," he says apologetically.

Blaise Zabini pops his head over the crowd to see what the commotion is, "Draco. Is that Granger and Weasley?"

"It appears so," Draco says while concealing the fact he has never seen Hermione Granger's hair so tame or clothes so tight.

"I'm going to see what the fuss is all about," Blaise remarks.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Zabini," Theo calls.

"It's a good thing I'm a snake," Blaise retorts.

He makes his way to the ladies and overhears their conversation.

"Ginny, it will be fine. I'm sure a table will clear out soon. The rest of your team isn't here yet," Hermione tries to reassure her.

"Granger. Weasley."

"Um. Hi, Zabini," Hermione says hesitantly. Though, it is well-known that Blaise and his mother never took sides during the war, he was never been friendly to her or Ginny until they had gained a bit of fame.

"I couldn't help eavesdropping, but we have plenty of room at our table. We might even have a bit of room if you have more friends coming. Would you allow a few friendly snakes to invite you lovely lionesses into our den?" Blaise is such a smooth talker, Hermione has to give him that. She and Ginny discuss their options and take him up on his offer.

Blaise escorts them to a semi-circular sofa with a coffee table covered in bottles of firewhisky, vodka, red wine, and buckets of beer bottles. Greg, Theo, and Draco look astonished at what Blaise was able to pull off.

"Tuck in, gents. We need to make room for the ladies." They all squish together, with Hermione seated between to Draco and Ginny and Blaise next to her.

"Thank you for inviting us, Blaise," Hermione says appreciatively, never one to forget her manners.

"My pleasure. Are you ladies celebrating anything in particular tonight?" he inquires casually as he stretches his arm on the back of the couch, just behind Ginny's shoulders.

"I just made starter, and Hermione got engaged! Thought a girls' night was in order," Ginny remarks while she flips her long red hair to one side and exposes her bare neck to Blaise.

Draco turns to Hermione and jokes, "Congratulations, or should I say condolences?"

"Please, Malfoy, we're not kids anymore. Could you not tease Ronald?"

"You're right. Sorry, Granger," Draco apologizes, slightly turning his body towards her. She wears a perfect little black dress, short, fitted, revealing just the right amount of cleavage, and a simple, silver necklace.

"Apology accepted. Now, didn't you both get engaged recently?" Hermione asks.

Theo chimes in, "That we did. The Greengrass sisters. I got the pretty one with the long legs, he got the whiny baby sister."

Draco turns and shoots him a scathing look, then brings his attention back to Hermione, "Would you like a drink?"

"Red wine would be lovely, thank you. I have an early morning, and I really would prefer it if I didn't get sloshed," she graciously accepts the offer.

"Well, we're in the same boat. I ordered the red wine for that exact reason. I guess we can keep each other company on the sidelines while the rest of them enjoy making arses of themselves," Draco says slyly as he hands her a glass.

"Oh! The rest of the girls are here. Let's grab them and then hit the dance floor," Ginny says excitedly.

Hermione turns her attention back to Ginny and says, "I think I'll stay and finish my wine first, Gin." When she turns her attentions back to Draco, she develops a lump in her throat as she notices how magnificent he smells and how beautiful his eyes are.

"The boys and I will go with you, Weasley. Isn't that right?" Blaise says to Ginny as he nudges Greg in the shoulder. Greg is even more quiet than usual, and Zabini isn't sure the oaf is still conscious. "Who doesn't want to say they've danced with a professional quidditch player?"

"Greg and Theo, you go ahead. My head is spinning a bit, and I think I need to wait a moment," Draco says and waves his friends away. "So Granger, we're good right?"

"I'm sorry, it's so loud in here. Can you say that again?" She subtly motions for him to move in closer.

Draco scoots in so close that they are now hip-to-hip. He cups his hand around her ear and rephrases himself, "What I am trying to say is, I hope that we are beyond our past and can have a nice conversation. I'm not one for dancing unless I have a partner."

She smiles at this, not knowing if it is an invitation to dance or an invitation to engage in friendly banter, or a bit of both. They are so close, she can almost feel the stubble on his face, "Well, Malfoy, I appreciate the maturity. I did take your apology before and after the trial to heart. So, yes. We can speak freely."

"Good to hear," he refills her wine glass. "So tell me how you're settling into the nonsense of pure-blood engagements…"

As the wine flows, the former enemies loosen up and actually enjoy each other's company—especially as it is spent whispering in each other's ears. He laughs at how uneasy she is discussing muggle culture versus magical culture, but he reassures her that he is intrigued and not as dismissive of muggles as he once was. When the subject of their future spouses comes up, the answers they give are something to the effect of "they're great, but…" or "I love them, but…" The conversation grows awkward as they justify their partners' flaws and make excuses — marriage no longer seems like something either of them are ready for.

Things become increasingly more exciting by the third bottle of wine when they discuss how bad their sex lives are.

"Astoria just lays on her back, and when I take her from behind, she manages to fall asleep on the pillows."

"That bad in the sack, eh, Malfoy?"

"Maybe. Maybe not," he says with a hint of suggestion. "What about Weasley?"

"Ron is totally selfish and finishes way too soon. He never lets me come. So I always have to finish myself."

"Merlin, Granger. That's so hot," he growls. The wine makes both lose their inhibitions, and he finds himself walking his fingers further and further up her skirt with no resistance.

"Oh, like you don't give yourself a little tug."

"Well, I wouldn't call it little ."

Hermione starts to massage the inside of his thigh, "Draco, if it's not little, what size is it?"

"Keep massaging and you'll find out." He casts a disillusionment charm, and Hermione does what he asks. She rubs him over his trousers and feels him harden, but it still left a bit to the imagination. Stunned, Draco can't believe what she does next—she hikes up her dress and straddles his lap. Her hands grasp his shoulders and she starts rocking her hips, grinding against his growing erection.

"Mmm. I think I can work with this," she moans in his ear. "Oh, and it's still growing!"

"Want to get out of here?"

"You read my mind."

"You need to work on your occlumency." He helps her up and escorts her out of the club. Their friends drunkenly gyrate to the music on the dance floor, oblivious to what is transpiring between Hermione and Draco.

—xoxox—

Draco tells Hermione to pick a posh muggle hotel, as not to be recognized. She picks the location of her favorite brunch and afternoon tea. It is opulent and historic and most definitely fits Draco's style.

Their first night is raw and passionate; so much so, they don't want it to stop. Hermione refers to it as "sexual therapy." They shag their frustrations away, then talk about Ron and Astoria afterwards. They occasionally bring up their feelings toward each other or what this all means, because something is most definitely there. They are both afraid to ruin a good thing with relationship talk. After five months of sneaking around, she leaves for a month-long business trip and the fate of their arrangement is left up in the air. That is, until Ginny's maid of honor is charged with planning the hen do.

—xoxox—

Same Place means the River Suite at the posh, intimate Corinthia Hotel. If Draco Malfoy is to venture into the muggle world, it has to be the best money could buy. For once, Hermione doesn't complain about him throwing his wealth around, especially if it means fucking in the lap of luxury, hidden from the prying eyes of Wizarding London.

Hermione is wearing nothing but her bra, thong panties, and stilettos. On many occasions, he spoke of her legs and how sexy they look in heels. Truthfully, he loves talking about all of her body parts. She anxiously awaits his arrival as she lays on her stomach, twirling her wand. The sound of the door clicking open signals his arrival, and she bites her lip in excitement.

"Granger? Are you here?" he hollers from the sitting room.

"What took you so long?" she calls playfully from the bedroom.

He is already undressing as he makes his way toward her. The minute he lays eyes on her, his heart pounds and his cock throbs. He throws his shirt on the ground and says, "Merlin, you just had to wear emerald satin and black lace, didn't you? I don't see you for a month. You only owl to set up our 'coincidental' run-in at the club. And now you're sprawled out like a buffet. How the fuck am I ever going to get you out of my head?"

"Oh, Draco. You don't like the surprise?" she asks in her most sensual voice. She waves her wand, and his trousers drop to the ground. "You know I was traveling for work, and we aren't exactly a couple, so neither of us are obliged to keep tabs."

He walks to the edge of the bed with his hardened cock mere inches from her mouth, "but it doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

"I missed you, too, but I think you missed my pussy more."

"And your mouth, and your arse, and your tits. The way you moan under me. The way you say my name…"

"What about this?" She takes him in her mouth and bobs up and down. She then grasps his shaft and licks the head of his cock like a lollipop. "Did you miss this?"

"Oh, yes. You're so cock hungry. You're not going to let me kiss you first?" he asks as he leans his hips, giving into her power over him. His fingers run through her curls and grasp the strands possessively. "Ugh. You're so fucking perfect."

She loves his lust-filled compliments; they stir something deep inside. Draco makes Hermione feel wanted and sexy, and she is eager to make him feel the same way. She pulls away for a breath to say, "Perfect? I thought you said I was filthy." The naughtiest smirk on her face only encourages him.

"You're so filthy. If only I knew back then that filthy is a good thing," he pumps in and out of her mouth some more. "Mmm. It's been so long since I've been properly sucked. If you keep going, I'm going to cum in you mouth right now, and you'll have to wait before I can fuck your pussy."

"We don't want that now, do we?" she gives his shaft a few more licks and gets on her knees.

He hungrily kisses her lips and slips his tongue in her mouth. He tastes the mix of champagne and the saltiness of his precum. "Did you miss me?"

"I already told you I did. My vibrator did a decent job, but it doesn't make me come the way you do," she says breathlessly as his hand snakes into her panties. His fingers tease her slit and clit until he feels the wetness invite him in. With his free hand, he shimmies the delicate fabric down. "Only you know how to turn my cunt into a waterfall."

"You mean like this?" he puts pressure on her clit with the heel of his hand and thrusts his fingers into her slick hole quickly and in a circular motion, all while hitting her g-spot.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh God. Draaaaaco," she screams in ecstasy as a flood of juices coat his fingers. She wraps her arms around his neck to support herself, as the orgasm has made her weak.

"Good girl. Now, let me taste you." He lays her down and pulls the panties completely off. "Take off your bra. I want to see those glorious tits."

She complies and throws the lingerie in his face. His playful smile turns her on in ways he doesn't even know. Hermione massages her breasts, much to his delight. His mouth goes to her nipples and instinctively sucks, licks, and bites. Her breasts are the perfect size—big enough to play with, but not so big they get in the way. He peppers kisses down her abdomen to her center. She guides her legs to his shoulders while his tongue skillfully laps her juices. "Merlin you taste so good."

He plunges his tongue into her over and over and feels her back arch and writhe. He rubs her clit with his thumb and knows she's almost ready for her second orgasm. "Fuck, Draco! I'm so close. I just want your cock! Enough teasing!"

The sound of his name on her lips stirs something inside of him—the need to please. He kisses her and commands, "Lick my lips. Taste yourself; you're so damn sweet. Better than a fucking peach. Your pussy is like forbidden fruit."

Their mouths devour each other with heated purpose. Draco pumps his cock a few times for good measure and rams into her. "Ah!" she gasps.

"God damn, I missed your pussy," he says, rocking slowly.

Between gasps and moans she asks, "So you haven't been having sex with your fianceé while I've been gone?" She guides him to lay on his back so she can take the lead. Her fingers grasp and pull at his hair.

His hands cup her arse as she rides his cock like a champ. Her breasts bounce up and down, mesmerizing him. "I might as well be fucking my pillow. She doesn't do anything that you do. She doesn't know what I like — Weasley?"

"I don't think I have ever seen his cock fully hard. Mmm. Not like you. Also...OH! Keep doing that...there...yes...he...oh fuck I don't want to talk about this...he's full of excuses. You... You... Fuck! You're everything..." As she quickens her pace, he almost gets pushed to the edge again.

He shoves her off and says, "Get on your knees." He gives her a strong smack on her arse and relishes in the sound of her gasp. "Will you look at that?"

"What?"

"That beautiful fucking pussy. Merlin, it's so creamy. Who's this pussy wet for?" he pounds her, watching her cheek muscles flex and bounce. He can't tell what is more hypnotic: the bouncing of her backside or her tits.

"You, Draco. You. Ahh!" She screams as his pace quickens. "Stick your finger in my arsehole while you fuck me."

"You're such a dirty girl," he shoves his fingers in her mouth, instructing her to suck and lubricate the digits. He slowly slides one finger in the forbidden hole and feels the pressure tighten around him. "Fuck, that's tight. Hermione, you know I love fucking you, right?"

"Yes. I love fucking you, too." Her words are so close to what he really wants to hear and what she wants to say. The rapid movement inches him closer. He bites the inside of his cheek to preventing him from coming too soon.

Hermione and Draco have a connection that allows their minds and bodies to synchronize. They have had many a conversation whilst in the throes of passion, and their compatibility becomes more and more apparent.

Something tugs at Draco, and he takes her into a spooning position. He whispers in her ear, "Do you still want to get married to Weasley? You obviously aren't happy."

She cranes her neck backward to face him and gives him a gentle kiss, "No, but I want to wait to break it off after Harry and Ginny's wedding. Being here with you — this makes me happy." She moans, deepening the pressure by pushing her backside against his pelvis. "You? Are you going to stay with Astoria?"

His arm coils are around her waist to hold her closer and nuzzles her neck, "No. I've been thinking about it for months, and I decided today I don't want to marry her. I don't love her. I want this."

"Then what will we do? We won't have need for these 'therapy sessions.'"

"No, we won't need therapy. We'll just fuck."

"I like the sound of that. Now come for me, baby." At her command, he grinds into her harder and releases a month's worth of frustration.

With his arm still around her, he pulls her in tighter as his satisfied dick slides out of her creamy center. Draco nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck and says, "I'm not imagining things, am I? That was some of the best sex we ever had. But it was different."

She turns around so that she can face him and wrap her arms around him. "It was different. Because things changed. We missed each other. This isn't just fucking anymore."

"It's not. I missed you terribly, and when you didn't call or write, I was gutted."

"I didn't think you would miss me."

"Well, I bloody did and don't you ever leave me in the dark like that again."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me because, when I was alone for the past month, I realized something."

"Yes?"

"I thought about you every second I was gone. You promise you're leaving her?"

"I told you I am. And you?"

"Immediately after Harry and Ginny's wedding."

"Good. Because I'm in love with you."

"I was working up to say that first!" They can't hide their beaming grins. "I love you, and I'm sorry it took me a while to realize."

"Don't apologize. I love you. Damn, it feels good to say that." He kisses her on the forehead and says, "let's get a little bit of rest so we can go again."

"I look forward to it."

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