Chapter 4

'And this is another party just for Slughorn's favourites, is it?' Ron asked her with slight anger. Whether that was due to him trying to burst the damn plant pod on Professor Sprout's instructions or due to jealousy over this part, Hermione was unsure. Perhaps both.

'Just for the Slug Club, yes' she regretted saying it as soon as it had come out of her mouth.

'"Slug Club"'

'Look, I didn't make up the name "Slug Club" she replied, slightly frustrated

'"Slug Club"' he retorted unwittingly. 'It's pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don't you try getting off with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug-' the mention of getting off unfortunately took her back to a few days ago when she and Malfoy had...well snogged the life out of each other to put it bluntly and so she felt her face beginning to heat up in anger at Ronald's ridiculous comment and embarrassment and shame.

'We're allowed to bring guests' she hissed at him. 'And I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it's that stupid then I won't bother!' she finished. Honestly! What he was getting so worked up about, she had no idea.

'You were going to ask me?' he asked; tone filled with...was that hope? Her heart fluttered at the idea but she was still a little angry.

'Yes, but obviously if you'd rather I "got off with McLaggen"...' she crossed her arms and watched his face.

Hermione knew it silly to get her hopes up constantly for Ron. It had been two and a half years and still he was completely oblivious. That and she also had to analyse what that had been with Malfoy a few days ago; hopefully a one-time slip up. It had been late at night, they'd been in too close a proximity and they were both frustrated, that was all. Furthermore...she couldn't help but feel butterflies each time Ron smiled at her or laughed at her joke or brushed her hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but hold on a little longer when giving him a hug and gush whenever he complimented her intelligence or kindness or on rare occasions (in fact it might have just been once in her life) her appearance. He was her Ronald...she couldn't help but adore him.

'No I wouldn't' he whispered. Did that mean he wanted to go with her? She looked into his eyes and found calm when blue and gold connected. In his eyes she could see happiness, safety, cold nights cuddled together by a fire, long talks in the early morning, soft kisses, comfort. He was her best friend and, dare she say it...first potential love. Maybe this year things would change...maybe they would start something...finally get somewhere...maybe- CRASH.

She looked round and found Harry repairing the bowl quickly, attempting and failing to go unnoticed. She looked back to Ron, only to find him staring sheepishly at Harry, a confused but somewhat content smile on his face. Turning away she continued working...there was no use hoping just yet, not when there was so much going on with work and the war. A relationship now would just complicate things. When she looked back at Ron five minutes later however, she thought that maybe she'd live with things being a little more confusing, a little more complicated, just for him...

A.D.F

Draco was behind a tapestry that led to the Gryffindor tower and eventually to the Room of Requirement. The reason he was behind the tapestry and not walking was because of the scene in front of him, involving three arguing Gryffindors and one nervous one. He watched as Thomas ran back to his tower after Weaslette's dismissal, and then continued to watch the scene unfold into the best Weasley on Weasley argument he'd ever seen, along with Potter as a pathetic middle-man. He had to admit, Weaslette, ginger and blood-traitor as she was, could really throw could bunch of insults.

'It is none of your business who I go out with or what I do with them, Ron-'

'Yes it is! Do you think I want people saying my sister's a-' he watched Weasley's hesitation, silently begging him to finish the sentence...

'A what?' Weaslette screeched...Potter attempted to calm them both down, with no avail. He watched more screaming and shouting and eventually Weasley pulled out his want. Honestly, Gryffindors were such hot-heads. He watched Girl-Weasley make an ugly, screaming sound he supposed was maniacal laughter.

'Harry's snogged Cho Chang!' Draco was silently rocking with laughter. This was so incredibly amusing...Weasley's face was the reddest and ugliest he'd seen yet...oh if only he'd had a camera with him. He burst into another fit of silent giggles as he watched Potter blush...how pathetic. Laughing, laughing, laughing until...

'And Hermione's snogged Viktor Krum, it's only...' at that point Draco stopped listening but straightened up and watched the Weaslette with disbelief.

No. At first he felt surprised, then confusion, then tension and finally over-powering anger that made his blood boil. No. Krum? Victor fucking Krum? How dare she? How dare that Mudblood snog another man? His fists clenched and his teeth grit. He didn't understand the consuming feeling...was it jealousy? No it couldn't be. He was just angry that the Mudblood had tainted a noble pureblood such as Krum...that was all...he wasn't...he sighed and closed his eyes, picturing her face.

Fuck it. He was jealous. Those lips were his. That mouth, that soft velvety tongue. He almost punched the wall at the idea of someone else touching his Mudblood...

His Mudblood? Had he really just thought that? She wasn't his. He didn't want her to be his. He scoffed at the idea of her belonging to him. He didn't want that. Draco looked up and saw that by now the corridor was empty. No one had noticed him and Pot-head and Weasel must have retreated back in their dorms to cry like girls. He could have walked to the room now; he could have gone to work on his project. But he didn't. Because there was a new, terrifying feeling that wouldn't leave his chest. And he was scared to admit that it was possibly called jealousy...jealousy for Victor Krum...because he didn't like that Krum had snogged her. Because he wanted to be the only one to snog her. And that scared him.

It scared him so much that when he decided to return to the dungeons he laid awake contemplating these feelings, trying desperately and failing to stay as far away as possibly from thoughts of Hermione Granger. Unfortunately all that made him do was think of her, made him relive that oh so perfect kiss back from four days ago. She had run straight afterwards. Packed her things and left the library before he could even blink. He had just sat at the table and replayed the kiss over and over, just as he was doing now in bed. He groaned and turned over on his side...finally giving in to sleep, only to have the most erotic and intoxicating dream he'd ever experienced...

A.D.F

She was chained up to a wall on one side of his room back in the Manor. Blind folded, on her knees with her back facing the wall and her body completely naked, he did nothing but appreciate the sight of her for a minute. Each time she tugged against the restraints on her wrists her beautiful, delicate breasts bounced and a soft grunt would leave her mouth. Draco, who was fully clothed, walked up to his prey and stood before her; his crotch just a few inches away from her face.

'Hello Granger' he cooed. She shivered at the voice and stilled when he traced his hand along her hairline and then down to her collar bone.

'Who is that? Who are you? Let me go now! I demand you let me go immediately. This isn't funny' she declared in that oh so bossy voice of hers.

He chuckled before kneeling down and pressing himself flush against her. 'Oh I think I'll be the one making all the demands tonight. Now unless you want me to tighten those ropes on your pretty wrists I suggest you do as I say' he growled against her ear.

Her whimper made his smirk grow in anticipation...he wanted this...he wanted her on a silver platter so that he could taint her...and now here she was. Slowly he placed one hand on her lower back to press her even closer to him, the other stroking the inside of her thigh ever so gently. Draco watched her bite her lips and felt a sudden need to taste them, to snog her just like he had done that night in the library. His tongue gently stroked her bottom lip, attempting to pry her mouth open. When she didn't comply he pinched a hardened nipple hard enough so that she would gasp, but not hard enough so that it would diminish her growing arousal.

Entering her mouth was, once again, bliss. She kissed him back, submitting to his addictive taste and tongue and began to lightly rock back and forth, his hand now barely skimming her folds. He sensed what she was trying to do and smirked before somewhat reluctantly breaking away from her enthralling lips and stood once more.

'Now, now pet, we can't let you have all the fun just yet can we?' he cooed once more. His patronising tone should have annoyed her but it only added to her speedily increasing excitement. This man had her tied up, kneeling before him like a sex-slave and yet she could only feel turned on. She was craving his touch once more and when she heard the unbuckling of a belt, she felt lust where she should have felt dread.

'Malfoy? Is that you?' she gasped. Of course...no one else...no one could evoke this passion. The kiss...it had been the same lips, the same soft tongue...

He watched the recognition spread on her face, even if her eyes were covered, and grinned evilly. Oh this was going to be so, so good.

'That's Master to you Granger.' He watched her jaw slack open in the audacity of his statement, and took advantage of the moment to slip his thumb in her mouth, slowly moving it in and out, sliding it over the velvet of her tongue and groaning when he felt her suck on it...

'Good girl...would you like something bigger to suck on?' he asked. He felt his cock strain at the thought of her tongue all over him...the euphoric sucking motion of her perfect mouth.

She did indeed want something bigger to suck on...but only if he removed this blind-fold. She wanted to look at his gorgeous, angel-like face. Hermione knew it was wrong to enjoy this. She should be horrified and raging that he'd put her in this position, that he was going to force her to do this...but she wasn't. If anything she revelled in the idea of being able to let someone else be in control for once, of being able to let loose and let go...so she licked her lips in anticipation.

'Please...Master...I want to taste you...'

Draco felt his knees weaken at that. She wanted to suck him off. She wanted this. His heart beat began to quicken at the thought but he ignored it, refusing to let emotions get in the way. He would want to be able to look into those eyes as she took him, so he slowly removed her blindfold, caressing her soft cheek as he did. Regardless of the position she was in, he was going to be gentle...she was a virgin after all. His cock grew even harder at the thought that he, Draco Malfoy, would have what no one else ever would; Granger's pure, untouched virginity.

'Hello pet' he smiled down at her whilst sliding a hand through her hair. She bit her lip and looked up to him through her eye lashes. And then she moved her head forward and placed warm, wet kisses all over his thighs, feeling his hands tighten their hold on her hair the higher she went up.

'I'm going to fuck your mouth Granger' he stated, making her blush and bite her lip.

She opened her mouth and darted her tongue to lick right at the tip. He hissed in pleasure and she slowly began to suck on the head, every now and then taking him almost fully, before sucking the tip again. Moving her head back, he growled at the loss of heat, before purring again (Draco Malfoy purred) at the sensation of her tongue gliding down his shaft and flicking his balls, taking each one at a time and sucking on them, before sliding back up and resuming again. She smirked at the effect she was having on him, her mouth bobbing up and down as she took him in more and more, his eyes widening each time she sucked him deeper and deeper.

'Granger' he moaned unknowingly.

This was everything. This was amazing. Her tongue flicked every nerve, every perfect spot that made him delirious with pleasure. He heard her make humming sounds, his cock feeling the vibrations, and he knew he was about thirty seconds to losing his head completely. Taking her head in his hands, he stilled her movements and simply stayed in her mouth for a moment, before rocking his hips back and forth. Hitting the back of her throat over and over, he was gladly surprised to find that she could take him so deeply.

Hermione heard his breathing getting faster and shallower as he, quite literally, fucked her mouth. His moans began resounding around the room, her name shouted from his lips bouncing on the walls ringing in her ears. She loved it; she loved knowing she had this effect.

'Fuck... Oh Granger, fuck. Yes, yes...' he repeated like a mantra. So close, so close to spilling everything inside her perfect mouth, his seed trickling down her perfect throat. The image sent him flying and he began to see white dots behind his eyes.

'Hermione! Fuck! Hermione!' he half moaned, half shouted, before coming over and over again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his orgasm shook his body more powerfully than any he'd ever had. She was amazing. She was a Goddess. Oh Merlin.

Hermione swallowed and sucked him clean, looking up at him through heavy lids. His eyes were trailing her face with a look of lust, admiration, and promises of far more and far better to come.

He untied her from her restraints and pulled her up in front of him. Her knees must have been hurting after kneeling. Taking her waist in his hands, he slowly, torturously began to suck along her neck. It was his silent thank you for her previous act. Tracing one hand along her breast, down all the way to her shaven cunt, he slipped in one finger into the wet heat. Her whimper filled his ear. He would never get tired of listening to the sounds of pleasure she made.

'Do you like that princess? You liked me fucking your mouth, let's see if you like the roles switched...' he would taste her now. She was his to lick and suck and make convulse in pleasure. She was his to make moan and whimper. She would say his name and his name only.

Hermione felt her heart quicken at his promise. Yes, yes she desperately wanted it.

'Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue Granger?' he asked. She stayed quiet. She felt the heat rise up in her cheeks and the wetness increase below as his finger sped up.

'Tell me Granger. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you beg' he growled in her ear, all the while adding a second finger and beginning to make her knees weak. She couldn't think straight. He was so close; his lips against her ear, his sweet breath on her neck and his delicious movements in her pussy were making it impossible for her to answer.

Walking her to the bed, he stood before her as she lay in front of him, her beautiful breasts in full view, her hair spread around her like a river of chocolate. She was un-earthly. Her beauty stunned him yet again and he felt his heart and stomach constrict with longing.

'Granger. Beg...' he whispered as he rubbed her clit. Her mouth opened and her eyes went wide at the sensation. It was incredible. Oh Merlin, his hand, his fingers, they were incredible.

'P-Please' she breathed out.

'What was that Granger? Please what?' he smirked. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her say it.

'Master...please...' she tried.

'Not good enough Granger...' He needed to hear her tell him how much she wanted him. He needed to know that she wanted him as- as much as he desperately wanted her, need her; like oxygen. He wanted her to beg.

Hermione was getting frustrated. He was rubbing too slowly, delicately. The pleasure and torture of his menstruations were making her lose her mind and she so desperately needed more. So, so much more. So she gave in.

'Draco please! Fuck my wet pussy please! I need it. I want you to fuck me with your tongue, your cock. Oh Lord please, please I want you. I need you' she cried. She didn't care anymore; pride could fly out the window. Hermione wanted Draco Malfoy and she wanted him now.

He closed his eyes and savoured the moment. Hermione Granger losing herself for him. 'I need you' he replayed his head. His breath caught at the idea of her needing him. That's right...she needed him...no one else. She was his.

He grinned and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, her back on the bed sheets. Kneeling down...he sucked on the inside of each thigh, before gently flicking her clit. She cried for more. He gave her more. She begged for his tongue to enter her. He complied. Thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper, taking her juices and rubbing against her nub. It was perfect, perfect, perfect. Hermione was in a state where nothing mattered but Malfoy and his sinful tongue. Writhing on the bed, she could feel her stomach clenching...the feeling of tension building inside her. She was so close. She was going to...Oh Merlin...fuck...she was going to...

Draco could feel her cunt begin to clench on his tongue. He began to suck harder...yes. Yes. She was going to come on his tongue. Lapping faster and burying his nose even closer to her clit, he could feel her orgasm building...she was...Merlin she was going to come...

A.D.F

Hermione woke up with a start, sweating and incredibly aroused. Her heart was drumming at twice the usual speed and her breathing was erratic. It had been a dream...just a dream. Bringing a hand to her mouth, she closed her eyes as the wide realisation hit her. She'd just had a dirty dream about Malfoy. And it was the best, most exciting dream she'd ever had.

A.D.F

A/N: Ok...I know it's been a while since my last upload. Yes a very long while...so to make it up to you guys I decided to add a little lemon in the hopes that you'll forgive me. Also, just to avoid any confusion, this dream is both Draco's AND Hermione's. Initially I was going to make it just Draco's fantasy dream thing, but then I thought it would be fun if Hermione dreamt of him too. We all know she's a secret slut ;) ...kidding. Sorry J.K. Rowling, that was disrespectful.

Also I don't think I've actually mentioned yet that rights belong to J.K Rowling! These are not my characters, not my setting. I'm trying to get this story as close to the sixth book as possible for now, before eventually moving it in my own direction, but even a lot of the dialogue is ALL J.K. ROWLING NOT MEEEEE! Ok. That is all. Review and I'll buy you all...nothing. But you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you made my by reviewing :D

I really need to learn to stop rambling. This Author's Note could effectively be posted as another chapter! OK ANYWAY BYE!