Author's Note: This is just the sex chapter, the first of hopefully many. Don't worry, the next chapter is really long.

Blackout: Chapter Three

What I'm Looking For

Hermione feels suddenly brave, like all in a quick gust, and she tilts her head up and kisses him. His mouth is firm and dry. He closes his eyes when she presses her lips to his; she knows because she keeps hers open and watches him carefully the whole time.

When she draws back, she holds her breath until he opens her eyes and looks at her. She's painfully terrified that he's going to turn her down, remind her that she's Hermione, and that she's a mudblood, tell her they can't do this, and make it all horrible and like she should feel guilty and stupid and--

She sees him open his eyes, look at her frazzled expressions and slowly smirk.

At that, she can't help but smile back, and he kisses her again, long and open-mouthed. They climb off the couch and stumble to his bedroom door, past the papers and the furniture, just touching and kissing and trying not to laugh to think about what they were doing.

She falls back onto his bed, with him on top of her, both of them on top of the silky comforter, as Draco turns and yanks off his shirt in one fluid movement. Looks at her and gives her a knowing smirk when she begins to unbutton the top of her blouse.

He kisses her again and lightly tiptoes his fingers down her stomach. But he stops at the waistband of her skirt, and drops to the side, and she lets her face fall into the crook of his neck, closes her eyes, falls asleep feeling warm. But her mind is sick with the thought, wondering why he stopped.

When Hermione wakes up, it takes her a few seconds to remember where she is. The whole room is sun-filled from the light flooding in through the half-open blinds, and the sheets feel different against her skin, which is stretched tight across her bones and too hot. She shifts onto her side and her breasts press up against Draco's naked back.

He lets out a low moan; she can't tell if he's awake or dreaming, so she reaches up and licks the pale nape of his neck, grazes her teeth against it. The skin there is salty from dried sweat. One of his arms stretches out and his hand slides down the length of her thigh. She shivers.

"Kiss me," she murmurs, but her voice sounds hoarse and needy in her own ears. She was going more for commanding. She wants him inside, just wants to look at him, her arms and legs are like Jello.

Draco turns, rolls her so she's straddling on top of him, his hands steady on her hipbones. He leans up and closes the gap between them, reaches one hand up, fingers snaring in the back of her tangled hair. She bites down on the lush of his lower lip.

Hermione puts her hands flat on his bare chest. His lightly defined muscles are there, and he's kind of glistening with a light sheen of sweat, but it's not gross sweaty. It's hot. She settles herself down on him and can feel that he's hard, and suddenly that makes her feel so much better about all of this, about herself. He makes this sound in his throat when she digs her nails into his shoulders, and she likes that, likes that she does that to him.

"I want you to fuck me," she tells him, boldly. She's never talked like that out loud, to anyone, and it feels kind of weird to say, but at the same time, she's feeling a little giddy. "Here. And against the wall." She stops and thinks for a moment. "Maybe on the floor, too."

His head is tilted to the side and he's smirking and just looking at her, and then kissing her, again, and she knows neither of them has brush their teeth yet which would normally be disgusting, but he tastes just like cigarettes so it's not so bad.

"I want--" she says between kisses, "I want--"

But his hand is snaking inside of her bottoms, now, fingers rubbing her clit, so she can't really talk, and she half-heartedly pushes him off so she can finish, and pinches his side. He must be ticklish there because his ribs shift under her fingers as he grunts out a type of laugh. This is not really what she expected of him in bed. She expected him to be, like, hard and angry, rough, or sad, or something. Not all laughing and teasing kisses and foreplay.

There are a million reasons to not be doing this. At the top of the list, Ron, and also Ginny, and would-be girlfriend Pansy, and the fact that he's Draco Malfoy, and she's Hermione Granger, and--and this is a bad idea, this won't end well, probably, or even be worth it, but he's pulling her down into another kiss, breathing into her mouth, and she closes her eyes and thinks that it might. It might.