A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and F/F this! It makes me so happy to hear it is well received.

Please don't forget to review! I love to hear your thoughts.

Part II

"Holy fuck... the thing you did... with the thumb and your..." Hermione panted. She was kneeling with her back against Draco's front on the floor of her parent's laundry room. He'd fucked her six ways to Sunday, first on the washer during a spin cycle.

"Be a good little girl and wash Daddy's sheets for him." He'd whispered in her ear. When her pussy choked him half to death at the word Daddy, Draco had learned a valuable lesson about his girlfriend. She liked Daddy sex, and not the incestuous kind, really just the thought of being disciplined by a superior was a turn on for her.

And Mary Mother of God when he pushed his thumb into her ass while fucking her in rough, quick pumps, he gruffly commanded, "Come for Daddy", she practically squealed, at her peak. But it was when he gripped her hair, yanked her head to the side and dipped his tongue into her ear, growling "Now!" her body convulsed uncontrollably.

Her damp hair stuck to her face and neck and some to Draco's sweat-slicked shoulders. And he was still buried seven inches deep inside of her.

"You're so nasty!" He grinned, kissing her cheek. She had truly blown his mind. Sex with her was what it was supposed to be; unashamed, uncharted, and unsuspecting. He never knew what was going to happen, and that was perfect.

"I want pizza." Hermione said once she caught her breath.

Draco's laughter rumbled against her back and she felt it in her chest. "God, you are never satisfied." He gently sat her up, effectively pulling out of her. He pulled the condom off of himself and tied it to be flushed down the toilet. "Shower first?"

"Yes please."

.

.

.

"Draco," Hermione said through a mouthful of pizza, "can you get me a soda?"

Draco scoffed, good-naturedly. "Yeah, do you want your feet rubbed and your back walked on, too?"

Hermione swallowed and peeled off an onion, dropping it onto the slice in his hand. "I like that smart mouth much better when you're licking my-. Ow!" Hermione squealed rubbing her side where Draco had pinched her.

"You were saying?" He reached around with his free hand to rub where he'd just hurt her.

"I said I love you."

"Aw, I love me too." He replied, sickly sweet. He dropped his pizza crust back into the box and stood up. "I'm getting a soda, you want anything?"

Hermione gaped at him, before she shook her head, laughing. Her boyfriend was definitely a piece of work. "Yes, please."

He brought her back a glass filled with Sprite. She gratefully accepted it, along with the kiss he planted on her lips.

"What are the guys doing tonight?" inquired Hermione. She didn't want to make him feel like he had to spend the entire weekend with her. Although, that would be perfect, since she only ever saw him during school and when her father allowed her to go to Lucius Malfoy's offices.

"I don't know. Theo mentioned a party at Daphne's. I think her parents are in Liverpool until next weekend."

"Did you want to go?"

She felt him shrug and she tilted her head to look up at him. He was staring, intently, at the TV playing London Has Fallen.

"You can go if you want to go, Draco."

He was silent for a minute, still staring at the screen. "But I want to spend time with you." He leaned down to kiss her lips. "Come with me?"

"To Daphne's?"

"Yes."

She squinted her eyes, playfully. "Are you asking me because you want me to go or because you don't want me to call my other boyfriend?"

He pounced on her, pinning her against the couch. Her chuckles turned into full-on laughter as he tickled the very sensitive skin on her hip bones. "You've got another boyfriend?"

"No! No! Draco, stop! I'm sorry!" She managed between pants and over bubbling laughs.

"Say 'Draco is the only man for me'."

"Dracoistheonlymanforme! Stop!" She shouted. Her ribs were starting to tighten painfully from laughing.

"Good girl."

Making her voice deep, Hermione mocked, "Good girl."

"Don't pretend that doesn't get you all hot and bothered."

Hermione shrugged one shoulder, neither confirming nor denying his accusation.

"No?" Draco rubbed his cheek against her, whispering in her ear, "Be a good girl for Daddy."

Hermione couldn't help the horny little mewl that escaped her throat.

"That's what I thought." He sat up, one knee on the couch, the other on the floor. He pushed her legs together so he could swat her ass. "Come on. Get dressed."

"Do you want to stop by your house to change?"

Draco looked down at the black 'Hogwarts School' t-shirt and the dark pair of jeans that he'd stashed in the back of her closet along with a number of other items of clothing. The lanyard that held his car and house keys dangled from the right pocket and he had on his black Adidas slides.

"Nah, I'm good."

Hermione shrugged. "Well, at least I don't have to get dressed dressed either, then."

.

.

.

Daphne lived in a cute little townhouse in a nice neighborhood. Like most of Draco and Hermione's friends, she was from a pretty decent area, went to the great Hogwarts and just liked to party with the wildest of them.

At Daph's, it wasn't so much of a party as a friendly get-together. Blaise, Theo, Pansy, Vince, Greg, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna were there. There were a few other girls from their class to accompany those who weren't already in a relationship. They had a game of Flip Cup going when Draco and Hermione walked into the finished basement that doubled as a game room and hangout. Current music played from the iDock on the kitchenette counter and the atmosphere was fun but chill.

As per usual, Draco drew everyone's attention, the guys giving him handshakes and claps on the back (except those who only nodded) and the females that didn't know he was with Hermione, eyed him hungrily. But they were soon discouraged when he sat down and pulled Hermione onto his lap.

He muttered in his girlfriend's ear, "I gave up a whole night of lovemaking for this."

Hermione chuckled into the red Solo cup of Blueberry Vodka and cream soda that Pansy had pushed into her hand.

"I'll make it up to you when we get back home." He said against her neck.

Hermione pretended her heart didn't flutter that he called her home his own. She liked playing house with him, and she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't be sad when their weekend together was over.

Two hours into their visit at Theo's girlfriend's house, everyone was starting to feel buzzed during their game of Kings.

"Malfoy, what the hell did you put in this drink?" Ron asked, he sniffed the concoction that Draco had whipped up as if he could smell poison.

"A little bit of everything." He opened his arms from behind Daphne's dad's bar, before drinking from his own cup. "What can I say? I'm in a giving mood tonight." Draco looked directly at Hermione whose breath hitched inaudibly, but he could tell. He noticed everything about her.

Another thirty minutes later, Draco and Hermione were saying their goodbyes.

"Blaise, if my Father asks, I'm spending the weekend at yours."

Blaise looked behind Draco at Hermione and then back at his best friend. He bumped his fist against Draco's with a grin and nodded. "You got it, man."

"Good looking out."

The couple drove to Draco's so the blonde could charm his parents into believing he was spending the weekend at Blaise's and only came home to get a change of clothes. Hermione stayed in the car so as to not arouse suspicion. And twenty minutes after that, Draco was back in the Panamera, tossing his gym back into the backseat, before leaning over to kiss his girlfriend.

"Ready?"

She nodded, her tongue feeling heavy from the alcohol. And Draco knew it. He smirked as he revved his engine and pulled out of the parking spot, starting towards Hermione's house.

"You're a bad influence." He mentioned as they made the right onto her driveway.

"How?" Hermione feigned innocence. Draco reached over and slipped his hand between her legs, cupping her center through her leggings. Giving her a sidelong glance, he smirked.

"You know how."

.

.

.

"I beg your pardon, princess, I didn't defile you. You deflowered me." Draco told her. He bent one leg until his foot was pressed against her mattress, his hands behind his head. She sat Native-American-style beside him, her upper body resting on his upper torso.

"I deflowered you." Hermione snorted. "Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep better at night."

"Let's just agree to disagree," he grinned.

"You created this monster. This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

"What was?" He stroked her hair, it was getting longer, he noticed.

"To make me some sort of insatiable sex slave."

Draco chuckled. "Yeah, did you miss that day when you signed away your soul to me?"

"That would make you the Devil?"

He gave her a sinister grin. "I like to think of myself as some sort of savior."

Beyond amused, Hermione tilted her head to the side. "Oh, so now you're God?"

"I'm whatever you need me to be, baby. Why? Have you got some sins to confess?"

"Oh, many, many sins, Father Mafoy." Hermione admitted eagerly.

Draco's cock twitched, hardening in his sweatpants.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

An eyebrow rose from Hermione. So he was in that kind of mood, was he? Well, she'd most certainly play along.

"It's been one week since my last confession, and I accuse myself of the following sins." She raised herself up until she was kneeling next to him. Draco tried to remain composed, but his dick was getting harder with every word she spoke.

"First" she started, her voice breathy and seductive "I'm guilty of fornication..."

Next: Hermione confesses her sins. Draco washes them away.