A/N

Well, it took me roughly eight months to come through with part II of this two-shot, but it's finally here.

This chapter can be read as a stand-alone (I guess.. ? not really, though), but I strongly recommend going back and taking a look at the first one, since I've changed it drastically.


Hermione's mind immediately blanked as soon as his finger was completely inside of her - in part because she couldn't believe she ran into Draco Malfoy of all people and he was now pleasuring her, but mostly because of the feelings it brought to life.

She didn't protest, didn't say anything except for the scarce moan that would tumble over her lips every time he pushed further.

Sliding in a second digit and marveling at the way her pussy was gripping them both, he couldn't help but comment, though more to himself than to her "Fuck, do you have any idea how tight you are?", his mind racing, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock thrusting into her instead of his fingers.

His voice had an almost gravitational pull that awakened her, heightening her senses, somewhere in the back of her head wondering if this was the wettest she'd ever been; she didn't dwell on the thought as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge she desperately wanted to fall off of with every pump of his smooth, slender fingers. "More" she whispered, and if her tone was any lower he wouldn't have heard it, too absorbed in the sound of him sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.

"As you wish" he quipped, placing his thumb on top of her clit and tugging on it roughly.

"Draco.."

She let out a loud moan as she fell into the heavenly abyss, unable to control her labored breathing.

But he didn't put a halt to his actions, instead rubbing his fingers in a more furious pattern, prolonging her high and drawing her closer to another cliff's edge, to the point where she didn't know if she could take any more; "It's too much" she whimpered, her limbs overwhelmed with the sensations flowing through her.

He smirked.

"Want me to stop, Granger?"

"I.. I - fuck" she panted weakly, a mess of incoherent moans as he kept shoving his digits as far as they would go, curling them inside of her wet pussy.

Feeling her legs starting to shake, Hermione groped around for something to hold on to as eventually her hands ended up grasping at the white sheet she was lying on. Smug bastard that he was, he didn't stop until her core trembled around him, quivering with the elation of another orgasm.

Only then did he wait for her to regain her composure, removing his fingers and watching as she gradually relaxed her fist around the crumpled material; slowly turning around to lie on her back, she eyed him with something that strangely resembled gratitude combined with sheer exhaustion at how spent she was.

"I've never felt that before" she grinned, momentarily forgetting she should've been more self-conscious at the idea of being naked in front of a man she was only now seeing for the first time in years.

"What - an orgasm? Considering you've only ever dated McLaggen and the Weasel, I'm hardly surprised."

"Oh?" she prodded, raising an eyebrow "I thought you didn't keep track of the tabloids."

Opening his mouth for what was sure to be a sharp remark, he registered her playful expression and elected to instead grin like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, letting the matter effectively drop. "Have dinner with me" he mused, holding her gaze confidently.

She furrowed her brows together, as if something about this scenario didn't fit. Well, if she was being fair, nothing about this scenario fit, but his sudden demand fit even less.

"Alright, yes" he was quick to answer all of her unspoken questions "it's all a bit backwards, but tell me the prospect doesn't intrigue you."

Narrowing her eyes at him, she nodded approvingly as a wicked grin materialized itself on her features. "I'll have dinner with you" Hermione started, "but -" she added quickly, holding up her hand to shut up his upcoming response "I think we need to check something first." she finished thoughtfully while getting up and making her way towards him with swaying hips, attempting to channel her inner seductress.

"Do tell" he urged her on curiously.

Palming his erection through his sweatpants and eliciting a hiss, she explained "Whether or not we have the necessary chemistry to make this - " she pointed between them "work."

"Indeed, an understandable concern" he approved formally while maintaining a serious face and motioned for her to get back on the massage table "Lie back down and spread your legs for me and we'll see."

She shuddered at the dirty request, but didn't deny him; lying with her front to him she slowly opened her thighs apart, watching his grey orbs darken with lust with every passing second. Inhaling harshly as her pink cunt was perfectly exposed, he kneeled on the floor, hearing her gulp with anticipation.

As soon as his tongue touched her clit, she jolted up as if being run through by an electrical current; carefully, he blew a breath towards her slit and smirked. "Sensitive?"

"Fuck"

Unhurriedly he slid in his index and middle finger, waiting for her to get absorbed in the feeling, before suddenly getting an idea. "Do you trust me?"

She snorted. "No?"

Being glared at until she conceded with a soft "Okay", she rolled her eyes at him and leaned her head back. That one word having been all he needed, Draco took a quick moment to focus on wandless magic and suddenly felt his digits vibrating inside of her tight opening.

Hermione's back arched violently at the shattering sensations and he quickly placed his free hand on her abdomen to push her body back down. "What -" she tried, but was immediately shut up by the pleasure coursing along her insides and the tingling on her skin; she was confused, conflicted and unsure all at once, unable to decide whether or not she wanted him to stop or to go on, feeling so good - too good, but before she even had a chance to make up her mind, Draco took note of her erratic breathing and, figuring she was close, promptly curled his fingers.

"Come for me" he murmured smugly against her core and it was the one thing she needed in order to allow herself to fall, contentment washing over her in rippling waves as her walls tightened around him with each fast-paced contraction.

Waiting for her lightheaded haze to subside, her eyes widened watching him remove his fingers - still covered in her juices - and lick them clean, eventually plopping them out with a satisfied groan.

He refused to let her rest any longer than it took him to slide down his sweatpants and boxers low enough that his erection could spring free; he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and brought his fingers down to her pink, wet lips before settling his thumb on her clit.

"Don't tease, Malfoy. I'm still not convinced we have what it takes to -" she didn't get to finish her sentence as her chest heaved with a sharp gasp, Draco not taking any chances and thrusting his full cock straight into her entrance.

"Not convinced, huh?" he challenged, puling out and then quickly pumping into her again, earning himself a whimper. The only thing he wasn't convinced about was what he loved the most between the velvet touch of her inner walls, the heat, the tightness and the way her eagerly damp pussy felt as though it guided his length even deeper.

He repeated the motion, trying to decide where he wanted to come - any distraction welcome in that particular moment where he wasn't sure he would last too long with how fucking hard the woman in front of him caused him to be.

"So not convinced" she replied as she wrapped her other leg around his back, slightly affecting the angle and despite what either of them would've thought, he went even further inside of her.

Feeling the familiar stir in his balls that alerted him to the fact that he was almost there, bordering on losing control, he slid his hands up her sides until he reached her tits, cupping them fervently, each of his thumbs playing with its respective nipple and hardening the nubs, drawing out a string of moans that charged his rhythm up to an even faster speed.

He pulled at her skin once and she wailed, throwing her head back in pleasure, soft pants leaving her lips in quick succession as her toes curled and her mouth formed that sweet letter 'O', pushing him over the edge as well, causing him to shoot all of his come into her pulsating core.

Thrusting until he felt spent, he smiled down at her and finally moved off of her to watch his masterpiece, satisfaction etched all over his features as the white liquid was dripping onto the sheets.

"I should go" she mumbled lazily with a sigh.

"Mhm" he agreed with disappointment, before their earlier discussion occurred in his thoughts again "I'll owl you about dinner?"

She didn't hesitate "Yes."

A few minutes of dressing up and one contraceptive charm later, she was out the door, leaving Draco behind with a huge, unmistakable grin that, unbeknownst to her, would be untouched for the rest of his day.


A/N

Had the masseuse fic in my head for a while now so I'm glad to have finally gotten it out of my system.

If you enjoy lemons and it's not too much trouble, check out my other one-shot - "Pool Table".

Shameless self-plug aside though, thank you all for reading and I'd be forever in your debt if you could leave a review describing what you thought!