Author's Note: I am so sorry it has been so long. I feel like I've been awful about posting. School has been crazy and I have had shows that I am working on at nights. But soon summer will be here and I will post more. I do hope those of you who are still reading enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. Remember this plot came to me by watching an episode of Bones which I also do not own.

WARNING: This chapter is the first chapter where M material comes into play. It takes a large portion of the chapter and there will be no warning within the story. If any younger readers or people who do not feel comfortable with sexual scenes would prefer you can wait for the next chapter. There are only small details which will come into play later within other relationships, but no huge plot points.

Her dress suddenly felt far too tight. She was questioning every decision she had made that night. The date itself had been lovely, but she had taken a great deal of time to look nice, she would even go as far as to say she planned on returning to his place.

His place. It could hardly be called a home, homes were specific to each person. Hermione smiled thinking of her own home, clean with lots of books. His place however, looked as if he had just moved in, threw a mattress on the ground, and stopped by every once in a while.

If she had ever questioned his age her doubts flew from her head. One look at how he lived and she could tell how young he was. Hermione had always been one to act on facts, not emotions. The facts of the matter were that he was no longer a child, in fact he was barely younger than her, they had been out multiple times, he scored an eight on her chart, and she hadn't been with a man in far too long.

Part of her knew that she shouldn't judge the beginning of her sex life with him just off of the fact that she hadn't been laid in a while. She should be sure she wanted to be intimate with him. And the fact of the matter was whenever he got near her all of her thoughts were silenced and all her doubts were gone.

Five dinner dates, two coffees after work, and ten work lunches were apparently all the time she needed to feel completely comfortable with Michael. Only two weeks had passed since their first coffee and she needed to have him.

The scientific part of her thought of all the chemicals in her brain, the different messages they were sending her whether or not she wanted them. His looks and his brains had been attracting her for weeks, even before their first coffee.

He walked closer to her taking her face in his hands. She couldn't be sure what he was doing, though she had a good idea. His lips pressed onto hers in a rough manner. She could feel his arms snake around her back and pull her closer.

Arrogance led the majority of his actions. She could tell he thought he was fabulous at what he was doing, and truth be told he was. Hermione hadn't experienced a rough man since Viktor, and that had been years before. Michael moved her against the wall of his bedroom, pinning her arms above her head with just one hand.

Her breathing hitched at the lack of motion, there was something exciting about the way he could take control. She didn't feel the need to think, didn't feel the necessity to be in control if only for a minute.

Far too much fabric seemed to come between them, Hermione's dress and his clothing blocked them from each other's skin. With his free hand Michael clawed at her thigh, pulling the hem of her dress up with him.

She felt like her dress was cutting off her ability to breath. Ginny had been correct when she said no man could resist the dress. Hermione was glad she had asked her opinion before going out, but all she wanted in the moment was for the dress to be on the ground.

She had done her best to look fabulous for the date. The dress was a blood red spaghetti strap silk that cut off just an inch or two beyond her bum. But over the red dress was a black lace that reached just above her knees, with a scalloped neckline, and sleeves that stopped right before her elbow. Ginny had practically forced her into a pair of red heels to match. Her knickers were lace in a similar shade of red, and despite her best fight Ginny had forced her out without a bra.

Her eyes opened quickly as Michael moved his lips from her mouth to the sensitive area right bellow her ear. His breath was warm and wet against her. All thoughts of Ginny went flying from her mind as he nipped at her earlobe.

She was glad she had gone against her instinct and not worn earrings. It was the first date night when the small holes in her ears were bare and she couldn't have been happier. He knew more than she had given him credit for, using his teeth and tongue as he made his way down her neck.

Her breathing had steadied itself, though each breathe she took was shallow. She had been so focused on his mouth she hadn't even noticed that her hands were free.

With both of his hands he grazed the gentle hourglass shape of her body, outlining the curves she had once been self conscious about. Her hands reached around his neck, grabbing at his hair.

She could see his perfect blond hair easily as he kissed at the small amount of cleavage that was showing. His hair seemed rich and golden, with locks that fell from their place and still managed to seem perfect.

He pulled away from her, placing his hands on the wall as he leaned in towards her. They didn't connect as she had expected, instead he seemed to observe her in the dim light of his dingy flat. She took the opportunity to really take him in. His deep blue eyes seemed to be piercing into her soul, the least she could do was return the favor.

He was taller than her, even then leaning and bending slightly over her he managed to be a good five inches taller. He wasn't a broad man by any means. Michael was a lean man, athletically built. Hermione could only assume he flew in his free time.

His inspection of her was taking far longer than she liked. His eyes moved across her face and down her clothed body slowly taking in every single space. It was becoming too loving and she wanted to fight for the intensity they had only moments before.

She felt uncomfortable, almost judged by the sweet look in his eye. It made no sense logically but she had felt better when the only emotion she could see was lust. She hadn't had sweet since Oliver.

Taking the situation into her own hands she grabbed his face quickly pulling it back to hers. It didn't take him seconds to respond to her movements. She could feel his hands find their way back to her body. He moved them down her back and as if she was light as a feather picked her up by cupping her bum.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as her carried her over to the mattress on the ground. She had assumed the movements would be awkward, but to her surprise he gracefully knelt and laid her back on the mattress with ease.

"Do you need that dress anymore?" he asked between kisses.

Hermione only shook her head, eagerly moving to unzip the dress. As she reached for the hem to quickly pull the dress over head he stopped her. Slowly he moved his way down her body kissing her through the dress.

With his hands he pushed the hem of the dress up her thighs, kissing the skin as it was revealed. Hermione lifted her bum off the mattress as he shoved the dress higher kissing her through her lace knickers. He moved higher and higher, kissing the small roundness of her stomach, and the valley between her breasts before finally sitting her up and pulling the dress off completely.

It only took till the dress was flying across the room for him to capture her lips with his own. Her hands found their way back into his perfect hair as his leaned her back onto the bed. He knelt between her legs his body pressed to hers as he kissed her and his hands kneading her bare breasts.

She could feel him on her skin, and only became aware of how overdressed he was. There were barely two inches between them but her hands found his buttons and began working away at them. The moment his shirt was open she could hardly keep her hands off of him.

She couldn't help but moan again as Michael travelled back down her body. He paused at her breasts, taking the time to kiss and suck each with care.

"More." Hermione growled.

She could feel his moan on her skin.

"Keep talking like that Hermione and this won't last long."

Hermione liked the way her name sounded on his lips. His voice was rough and filled with lustful passion, making her name sound pleasurable. She wanted to ask him to say her name again, but a moan was all that escaped as he kissed her inner thigh.

He pushed himself quickly back onto his knees and pulled his shirt off his body. Hermione squirmed on the bed, wanting to feel more, to be closer. She watched as he undid his belt and quickly unzipped his pants. She didn't want to wait anymore, she wanted to feel him.

"Now, more now."

She wouldn't say please, she wouldn't beg anymore than she already had unless he prompted her. Hermione felt she had made herself clear, he knew what she wanted.

Almost as quickly as his clothing had come off her knickers found their way to the ground. His head moved between her thighs again, kissing her legs and making his way up. She knew where he was going, what he was planning to do.

Pushing her legs together just enough to get his attention she reached for him, pulling his head up to meet hers. She didn't do that, it was far too personal. Her legs wrapped around his hips easily as she pulled him in closer to her.

"Patience, Hermione." He said trying to tease.

"No, now. Hard, fast, and now." She moaned shaking her head at his statement.

He was hardly in a position to argue with her. Even beneath him she had taken control. She hadn't meant to, it hadn't been her intent. When they began she was happy to hand over control to him, let him to as he pleased. But he had taken too long, he had been to gentle and kind. Michael was making love and what she wanted was sex.

He smirked at her request, seeming to understand. Any passionate actions were quickly replaced by the pure need to be within her. Her arms snaked around his back, clawing at the smooth skin. The pain of her nails digging into his back seemed to push him even farther.

It was exactly like Hermione had imagined, just like everyone. She took control without meaning to, she felt uncomfortable and lost at the strangest times. But there was nothing negative she could say about the experience itself. Michael had tried to be caring and loving, as a few others had, but it wasn't what she was searching for.

With each thrust, each kiss, each bite he fell more into her pattern of roughness. He was more skilled than some of her previous lovers, and adjusted well to her demands. As he began to loss control he nipped at her neck and collar bone. She had moaned out his name as she quivered around him.

After he had rolled over on his back he tried to pull her closer. He snuck his arm under her neck and pulled her close kissing her forehead just slightly. She looked up at him expecting to see the blueness of his eyes but all she saw was him slowly drifting off to sleep.

She took the chance to wiggle from his grasp before he came to his senses and grabbed her back. With her missing from his arms he only looked up at her. She was collecting her clothing, gathering it up in hand.

"Hermione, you can stay. We'll get a coffee before work tomorrow. Maybe have another round or two? They say a couple's first time is awkward, and if that was awkward I'd love the chance to see us on top of our game."

His smirk was prominent. She couldn't be convinced to stay, but he might have been able to convince her to have another go had he not used that word. Couple, he had called them a couple and she couldn't handle that at the moment.

He knew how she felt about getting serious. He had been the one to bring it up on their first date. She had moved past the need to have a man by her side. She didn't want a man holding her up. Michael had heard every rumor about her lack of commitment. Her flings had carried on well before the men tried to tame her into something serious.

"Michael, I really should be going I have a routine in the morning." She knew she should leave it at that, that she shouldn't break them apart so soon after they had gotten together but she couldn't stop herself. "We aren't a couple, you know. It would be very complicated to be in an exclusive relationship while I am you're superior. Surely you understand that logic? Casual dating was fine, but making this serious making us a couple is just something we can't do."

She sounded heartless, she sounded cold and she was very aware of that fact. But she also knew that he would understand, that he was the same as her. Facts spoke to him and the truth was more valuable than any one person could be. It was inconvenient that he had tried to make them a couple so quickly after sleeping together, she would have preferred to go out a few more times and see how compatible they were in bed. But she needed to stop the train before he ran off the tracks. She stood waiting for his response still holding her clothes in front of her.

"I suppose I can understand that, but then what do you make of this?"

He almost sounded hurt, though she couldn't identify why he would be in pain. She had assumed that men more often than women participated in casual one night stands. She had assumed that he would be happy to sleep with her and leave it be, just another reason she shouldn't assume.

"We are both humans Michael, we have needs and desires. I have no qualms that continuing to sleep with you would be very satisfying. We both are physically appealing and our stamina is excellent, and as we just proved we have very good chemistry in bed. But dating is truly not an option if you're going to very it as serious while you work under me."

"So no dating." Hermione nodded glad he seemed to be more understanding. "What if we just had casual sex, what then Hermione?"

She had never been asked such a thing before. She had always intended on dating anyone she was sleeping with. Hermione didn't fancy herself an easy woman. She was about to respond angrily when she saw his famous smirk play on his lips once again.

"You are making a joke, in hopes of making me uncomfortable before I leave."

Michael stood from the mattress walking to her, not bothering to cover himself. He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't the same lust filled kiss that they had shared before getting into his bed. This was a simple kiss, one filled with no emotions.

"I made the joke hoping you would see I'm not uncomfortable with you leaving. I should have used a different method of communication with you."

Hermione wanted to question him about the meaning of his statement. Was he implying that she could not understand his sarcasm? She did admit that often times sarcasm was lost on her but she had assumed he would be scientific and professional about her decision.

"I shouldn't have allowed things to progress to this while you were still my intern. Had I waited to accept your coffee date, or your invitation home until after your training is over then I believe we may have had a decent chance of being a couple. However, I can't say I would be upset if a sexual relationship continued."

"Well, why don't we wait and see? For now we'll just say if you ever get the urge to have a go at it, you know where I'll be. I feel like an idiot, if I hadn't said we were a couple you wouldn't be leaving would you?"

He was smiling at her playfully. If she hadn't understood before she finally did. He understood her wishes he understood her. He wouldn't peruse her or hold her weakness that evening against her, but he would be there if she wanted. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips before disappearing with a small pop without answering his question.

When she appeared in her own bedroom she felt dizzy. She dropped her clothes in the hamper and looked for the pajamas she had meant to wear. With a glance at her muggle clock she realized how late it was, nearly two in the morning. Yet she knew she would still wake up in a few hours just as she did every day.

She thought of her night with Michael as she laid in her bed alone. As much as she had desired to sleep with him she couldn't convince herself if she had done the right thing by giving into the temptation. Michael had been a skilled lover, and had been understanding of her severing their personal ties. But she almost felt guilt for not giving him a proper chance.

Hermione couldn't help but think they would have been good together if she felt like she could let him in enough. But she was still herself, the same woman she was the day before. A relationship, commitment, being emotional wasn't something she was looking for.

She had a feeling she and Michael could be friends, that after his training something could develop between him if she would allow it. When she closed her eyes to sleep she could see his face staring back at her. He was giving her the sweet thoughtful look over that he had earlier that night. No, she thought, she had made the right decision in ending things before they began. Emotional was not what she was looking for.

A.N. So there you have it. I hadn't originally intended for this relationship to be summed up in two chapters, but I felt that adding more would have just been fluff to keep them going. Michael isn't gone though! And I swear we are getting closer to Draco making an appearence. Thank you to all my readers and anyone who would like to review for sticking with me! ~MarieGirl.