Hermione got to the lake exactly seven minutes late. She had timed it almost perfectly. Five minutes would have been too predictable and she couldn't wait more than ten before heading out of Gryffindor tower. The lake was surrounded by the Hogwarts grounds on one side and the Forbidden Forest on the other. This left little hidden clearings around the lake, sections of smooth rock covered by the trees. They overlooked the lake and the castle, but completely obscured from view, unless you knew where to look.
Draco was already there when Hermione arrived. He stood on the edge of the water, looking up at the sky. She tiptoed up to him, and snaked her arms around his waist, untucking his shirt and slipping her hands underneath.
"Hello," he said in a soft low growl. Hermione felt his hard abs and trailed her hands up his chest. He was so warm and comfortably hairy. His arms reached down and around to her ass.
"I almost thought you weren't coming," Draco growled again.
"I'll come," Hermione said, pressing her forehead against his back, "whenever you tell me to." He smelled of the Forest, of damp grass and musk. It was a scent she wasn't likely to forget. He turned around and looked straight into her eyes. There she was, back again, just for him.
"Don't make me fucking wait again," he said menacingly. Then he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard.
She undid his belt and let his pants drop to the ground. Her fingers skimmed over his most sensitive parts, coaxing him to stand to full attention. Draco stepped out of his pants and backed Hermione into one of the trees on the edge of the clearing.
She threw a leg around his hip and tried to break the kiss to take a breath but he seized a handful of her hair. He kissed her fierce and wanting, tugging at her hair, squeezing the sensitive spot right under her thigh. She squirmed against him and giggled against his mouth. A moan escaped her lips when his hand moved from her thigh, dipped between her legs, and reached under her top. His skin touched hers and Draco realized how warm she was. Hermione shivered at his icy touch, he must have been outside for a while. He snapped the clasps of Hermione's blouse, exposing her slowly from the bottom up. She shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders and let it fall. Her breasts were out and before Draco could help himself, his mouth was already on her left nipple, running his tongue over it, pulling at it with his teeth.
He grabbed her by the hips and knelt in front of her. She lifted her foot up onto his shoulder so that he could see under the skirt. She hadn't bothered to put on panties, just like she couldn't be bothered with a bra. He put his head under her skirt and tasted the sweet juice between her thighs. She was already so wet for him. She moaned and Draco responded, licking her harder. He found her clit with his tongue and began to suck on it lightly. It was hard enough to make her start to pant, but not intense enough to make her come immediately. Draco held her there for a full minute, she was right where he wanted her. Her moans grew and her hands swept through his silver hair.
Slowly, he pulled himself back from her and sat down on the rock overlooking the lake. "Come here," he ordered. She let her skirt fall before she lowered herself into his lap. They were both warm now. Hermione intertwined her fingers into Draco's and arched her neck back to kiss him deeply. She guided his hands to her breasts.
Something was stirring in Draco's heart, a kind of longing he hadn't felt for a long time. He picked up her nipple and began kneading it between two fingers. She let out a moan but he stopped her, inserting two fingers into her mouth before she could make a sound. Hermione looked up at Draco as she sucked on his fingers and he looked down at her hungrily. He continued to play with her nipple as he moved his hand, wet now, between Hermione's legs. Goosebumps raised on her skin again in anticipation. She felt him on her clit and let her head roll back onto his shoulder as he began to rub her in circles.
Hermione felt the tension build. He didn't show any signs of stopping. He starting moving faster and faster, finally dipping his wet fingers into her pussy. Draco was surprised at how hot she was around his fingers. He pushed deeper but still she tried to hold herself together, until finally he nibbled on her neck. She couldn't help but to cry out in ecstasy.
"Shhh," he said, roughly covering her mouth with a hand as he continued to move, fiercer and harder. Each time his fingers passed in and out of her, his thumb brushed against her clitoris. Hermione couldn't think, she could only feel him. His erection pressing against her back, the magic of his fingers between her legs, their hearts beating madly. Her eyes looked at him pleadingly and he finally consented and sent her into an orgasm with a final thrust. Hermione threw her weight back into Draco and she came into his hand, covering it in her wetness.
Draco bent his legs and Hermione straddled them, her back still to him. She slid him inside of herself. Draco leaned back and watched as Hermione began to move up and down. He wanted to watch her come again. She moved slowly at first, taking his dick out and then enveloping it again within her folds, sighing each time it entered her. He grabbed her hair and she started to move faster, like the gesture was a spoken command. They landed on all fours, her ass slapping against his thighs. He pulled harder on her hair and bit down on her shoulder.
"Harder," she moaned and Draco answered by pressing a finger into her. He felt her tighten about him and felt his own erection quiver.
Draco pulled Hermione into him by her abdomen and held her while they both came. He loved the way his warm seed felt inside of her. Loved to see how it mixed with her own wetness and dripped out when she finally released him. He was dying to taste her again but, for now, he collapsed onto the ground and lay next to her.
The moonlight kissed the tops of her breasts and the small swell of flesh above her sex. It was all he could do not to flip her over and have her again and again. He longed for her, even when she was right next to him, he longed to hold her in his arms. It was incredible how intimately they'd gotten to know each other in the last weeks.
She slid herself under his arm and curled into him. He took in her flowery scent, then looked back into the dark sky and frowned. Hermione was his anesthetic, a temporary release.
"If someone told me last year that I'd be fucking you," Hermione started, "I would think they'd been Imperiused."
Draco smiled at that and turned to face her.
"You're beautiful," Draco said, slipping a hand under her bushy hair. He saw the slightest blush creep into her cheeks as he kissed her forehead.
"You're not too bad yourself," she giggled, running a hand across his abs. He laughed and pulled her on top of him. They kissed softly and Draco cupped a hand against Hermione's ass. She lay her head against his chest as he played with her hair. She could hear the beating of his heart, steady and true.
Suddenly, Hermione's heart began to race. Something was stirring in her too, something she had never felt before, and it terrified her. A breeze blew around them, and suddenly Hermione realized how naked she was, how vulnerable. Her nipples hardened in embarrassment.
She pulled away from Draco and stood up, "I have to go."
"Now?" He asked, sitting up as she started pulling on her clothes by the tree.
"I just... I have to." This wasn't love she was feeling, she was sure of it. She was feeling guilt. For hurting Ron, guilty for going behind everyone's back, guilty for leading Draco down this dark path. And the shame that she was starting to fall for him. There was no way he could ever be in love with her, was there? They could never be together. It would be the end of everything they knew. And anyway, Draco did not love her, he could not. No, she had to get away.
But even as she pushed aside the branches to get back to the castle, she heard Draco's voice. "Room of Requirement, midnight tomorrow." And before she could even think, she found herself agreeing to meet him. And with that she fled back to the castle.