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I've got a week off for the holidays, so I might get another chapter out even soon than I planned. (: Not promising anything. Enjoy!

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Written from Hermione's POV.

My bum was still on fire, and probably would be for days, but it had been worth every second of it. Draco had learned quickly. Granted, he had gotten a little out of control for a while, it had still been worth it. I knew I'd probably have difficulty sitting for another day, if not two, but I really didn't care. I loved it. I hadn't been kidding when I told Draco that I was sated for the first time in my life. It was true. It was a great feeling.

I was debating taking a bath, but I wasn't sure that my ass could handle it. I always did my best thinking in the tub. I would have to settle for my current spot. On the bed, with my midsection propped up on pillows. Draco had been kind enough to give me some cooling spells before he left. I was a little shocked to find that he knew a few that I hadn't. I guess that was one of the perks of being with a man that was in an abusive sport.

Trying to keep my mind off of my bum, I turned my attention to the parchment in front of me. Draco and I had agreed to meet the next night and go over the finer points of our arrangement. Namely, how we would meet. I was trying to think of discreet code words to owl each other with, and discreet hand signals and gestures. There was always the possibility that we would have to just make this up as we went along, something that neither of us were comfortable with. I was also trying to make a list of places that both of us were comfortable meeting at. The places needed to be neutral, but they also needed to be someplace safe, and someplace where we wouldn't be caught. Naturally, each of our quarters was the best place for a rendezvous, but we both felt that it might look odd, if one of us was noticed leaving the others quarters. And it was almost a given. He actually came up with the idea, and I offered to make the list.

So far I had only come up with two.

The list of hand and facial gestures was a little easier. While I knew that sometimes we would just have to play it by ear, I had already come up with a dozen each. I didn't know if he would shoot them down or not, they were just ideas. We were still likely to butt heads about everything, except for sex.

Sex was the only place where we seemed to just click. But wow, did we just click.

I rolled up the parchment, satisfied with what I had done. I placed it within easy reach, and put my head down onto the pillows. Exhaused from our earlier workout, I fell asleep quickly.

I was surprised when I woke the next morning in the same position I had fallen asleep in. I was a little stiff, and quite sore, but I was actually able to sit without that much difficulty. I did a few stretches, wincing. The pain would be bearable, but I took a pain reduction potion all the same. As I readied myself for the morning, I realized that today was a Saturday, and Draco would have a Quidditch scrimmage. It would be a great time to test things out.

I walked into the Great Hall, and as usual the mood was upbeat, everyone looking forward to the upcoming Quidditch match. Ravenclaw had an exceptional Seeker, and the Gryffindor team was always anxious to see the Slytherin team get beaten up. I was just anxious to see one particular Sytherin. And he'd get beaten. But on my terms.

I ate breakfast, glancing at Draco. He was talking with some of his other teammates, and I saw him glance at me a few times. We never made eye contact, but I could feel his eyes on me.

Just wait, Draco. Just wait.

The crowd filed out to the Quidditch pitch, and I slowly made my way down as well. I could see the boys, sitting with Ginny and Luna. It almost looked as if Ginny was holding parchment, and getting ready to take notes. I stifled a laugh. I didn't want to join them. I would need to get out of the stands quickly, and without anyone noticing. I thought that standing on the sidelines would probably be better. I did step back into the shadows, so I wasn't as obvious. I had to laugh at myself. I was already practicing the art of subterfuge.

I watched the match, but more in particular, I studied Draco. Sure, Ron and Harry were studying his moves, looking for weaknesses. I was looking at Draco in a new light, and getting incredibly turned on. Sure, Harry was a great flier. No one could dispute that. He flew with his heart, and he put everything into it. But Draco was different. Draco's flight was flawless. His technique was perfect. He flew like he had been taught by the best tutors that galleons could buy, and I'm sure that he had been. The precision was remarkable. Watching it from this angle; when I wasn't cheering Harry on, it was actually easy to see. His father should be proud, but somehow I doubted that.

I watched Draco fly this way and that way. I studied his form as he stretched and reached on his broomstick. He sat up straight, stiff and proud; his eyes racing around the entire field. At the same time he was trying to watch his fellow teammates. He thought he caught a glimpse of the snitch more than once and would dip and would race down across the field, or he would notice some motion made by the Ravenclaw seeker, and would follow him.

The Ravenclaw seeker spotted the snitch a split half second before Draco. While Harry flew with passion, and Draco flew with skill, the Ravenclaw seeker flew with luck. It allowed him to get to the snitch that much quicker that Draco. The crowd was on its feet as the two Seekers raced, but Draco was inches behind. The Ravenclaw seeker caught it after a few swipes, and the match ended. The look of frustration and defeat on Draco's face was obvious, and I wanted to go to him, but not quite yet. I had other plans in mind. I quickly left the field ahead of the other students, and made my way to the locker rooms.

This was going to be tricky, and I would have to time it just right, if I didn't want us to get caught.

I made it inside just in time. I waited just outside the locker rooms. I wasn't exactly sure which locker room he was in, and I couldn't take a chance at a cloaking charm. He needed to see me, because I was probably going to have to grab him quickly. A few players started to come out of one of the rooms and I pulled back into the shadows. I was in luck. I had picked the right room. A few more players came out, and no one seemed to notice me. Or pay me any attention. A few more came out, still no Draco. I was starting to wonder if maybe he had walked the long way around the castle, or decided to stay out on the field and practice some more. I decided to wait for a few more minutes, wishing that I had been counting how many players had come out. Then I realized I had no idea how many people there should have been in the locker room anyway.

Three more came out, and then Draco came out by himself, looking incredibly frustrated. Or maybe angry. I would only have a few seconds to do what I had planned, so I waited until I was sure that the others wouldn't turn around, then I reached out and tugged on his cloak, hard. I shoved him back into the alcove that I had been hiding in.

"Granger? What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Shut up Malfoy." I kissed him, hard. I drove my tongue into his mouth, and he kissed me back. He grabbed the back of my head, and threw his frustration into the kiss. I rubbed at his crotch, feeling his erection growing. He froze when he heard the door open, and some more of his classmates came out of the locker room, but they were apparently oblivious to us, or we were that well hidden. Or a little of both. I made quick work of the fly on his pants and dropped to my knees. I took his entire length into my mouth and heard him moan. I kept up a quick rhythm, stopping to circle the tip, and then I took the whole shaft into my mouth again. He grabbed the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pumping the same rhythm that I was keeping. I tried a different technique, lightly scraping my teeth along the shaft.

He hissed as he came, and I swallowed the entire load. He actually pushed me away, and I quickly got up and did up his fly. I kissed his lips, and reached into my pockets, handing him the parchment I had been working on last night.

"Here's what I've been working on. Let me know what you think. Feel free to add to it if you want." I kissed him again, sucking his lower lip into my mouth as I did it. "See you later tonight."

I walked off, leaving him looking thoroughly dazed.

The rest of the day I spent making sure I had all of my classwork done and extra reading done. I had a feeling that with our little arrangement, I was going to be losing sleep, and that it might just be cutting into my classwork. I didn't want my grades to suffer. I went to dinner, and listened to the monotony of the boys rambling on about the Quidditch match. And I was right, Ginny had been taking detailed notes about Draco's weaknesses. She and the boys were talking about the mistakes that Draco had made. I had to stifle a laugh. If she only knew his weaknesses like I did. I casually glanced across the dining hall several times. Draco seemed to be in a better mood. I'd like to think I had something to do with that.

After dinner I enjoyed a hot, relaxing bath. My bum was still a little sore, but after a few minutes in the water it was tolerable. I closed my eyes and I was just starting to relax when I heard the door to my quarters open. I started to sit up. There's only one person who knows my password. Well, Professor McGonagall can gain access, and Professor Dumbledore in the event of an emergency. But somehow I didn't think it was either of them. I waited for my visitor to make their presence known.

"You take an awful lot of baths." He said. He was wearing his usual weekend clothes, jeans and a button down black shirt. He was propped against the door frame of the bathroom, wearing his usual cocky grin.

"I like them. I find them soothing." I replied.

"I find they wrinkle my toes." He smiled. It was rare, but it looked good on him. "Mind if I join you?"

"You'll get your toes all wrinkly." I warned him.

"Somehow, I don't think we'll be in the water long enough." He told me. He kicked off his shoes and he started to unbutton his shirt as he walked forward. It dropped onto the floor. He undid his pants and he was once again wearing no underwear.

"Commando again, Draco?" I asked.

"I just find that with you, they get in the way. Too many layers." He smirked. He quickly removed his socks and slowly entered the tub, hissing at the temperature. He sat across from me. I resumed my earlier reclining postion, and soon he did too. The silence only lasted for a few moments.

"You know, I'm actually kind of surprised you got away with your little stunt earlier. I never heard a single thing about it. Did you cast a befuddlement charm?" He asked.

I opened one eye, and glanced at him. He hadn't even lifted his head, or opened his eyes to ask me the question.

"Actually, no. I didn't. We were just incredibly lucky." I told him, smiling.

"That thing with your teeth, my god; that was incredible. I always thought I would hate teeth. Sensitivity and all…" He said. He opened his eyes now and grinned at me.

"One of the many things I've picked up in one of the dozens of books I've read. Some guys are supposed to like it, some guys don't. I took a chance, and it paid off. I knew you wouldn't last long anyway, with us being right out there in the open." I gave him my best cocky grin. "I've always wanted to try something so daring. Anyone could have walked by, and caught us, at any moment. It was pretty thrilling."

"It was exciting. I'll give you that. Can't say I've ever tried it, out in the open. I'll have to give it some thought before we try it again, that." He responded.

All the talk about our earlier action was making me randy. I slowly moved my foot the few inches towards his lap, and found his prick already hard. Not like that was difficult to believe. I mean, didn't teenage boys walk around with perpetual hard-ons? I curled my toes like a fist, and started to stroke the length. He groaned. I used my other foot on the other side of his erection, and managed to stroke the length, keeping up a decent pace.

I had to stop, suddenly, when my toes cramped up. I laughed out loud, and he looked at me.

"Problems, Granger?"

"Sorry, my toes cramped. I've never tried that. I was just seeing if I could." I said, trying not to giggle.

"Well, now it's my turn." He replied. He stretched out his long legs, and I spread my legs the slightest amount. His toes found my center easily and he started to wiggle and stretch and tickle in a delicious way. But it definitely felt good. He inserted his big toe inside of me easily, and I almost laughed at how silly it all was. But it was also so incredibly erotic. He would fuck me with his big toe, and then his toes would wiggle against my clit. My orgasm was getting close, and then suddenly he removed his foot altogether. He flipped around and was face to face with me.

"Enough of that, Granger." He kissed me, his tongue already deep into my mouth. His hand was working an intense pace, rubbing at my clit. Both of our bodies were slippery and impossible to hold onto, but somehow we managed. I felt my orgasm growing deep inside, and he must have sensed it too, because he told me to look at him.

"Open your eyes Granger. I want to see your face when you cum. Let me see it."

And that was all it took. I came hard, against his hand. I kept my eyes open, and on his the entire time. The intensity in his eyes drove me on, and almost scared me.

He sat back against the tub, and pulled my form against his, letting me calm down. I welcomed it. He ran his fingers down my arm, back and forth in a very soothing motion. It only took me a few minutes to catch my breath, and after I did, I was feeling daring.

"Mind if I try something I've never tried before?" I asked him.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked. I didn't wait for him to answer. I had no idea if this would work or not, but hey, what the hell? I took a deep breath, and ducked under the water. I took his semi erect penis into mouth and started to suck. Without a potion or spell, I knew I wouldn't have long under the water, and it was going to take some concentration on my part to not let all the air out of my lungs. So I slowly let the air out as I sucked. I came up for air, and replaced my mouth with my hand. I gave slow, hard strokes, the kind that I knew he liked. I took a few breaths and glance up at him. His eyes were wide with shock.

"Hermione. That is unbelieveable."

I grinned. "Just wait. There's more." I took another long breath and ducked under the water. He was kind enough to hold my hair for me this time, and I continued with the same strokes I had before. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I knew he was enjoying it. Every time that I came up for air, the look on face was unbelievable. It was a look filled with intensity and desire. I came up for air again, and he stopped me.

"Hermione, as incredible as that feels, I really need to stop you. Either we're going to fuck here and now, or I'm going to take you on the floor. Pick one, and do it fast." He said, his voice slightly strained.

I gave my best Malfoy smirk. "What's the matter Malfoy? Are you toes getting wrinkled?"

His lips smashed against mine in a searing kiss, our tongues dueling in a battle that I didn't know we were fighting. But I was sure who would be the victor. He hefted me out of the tub in one quick movement, water sloshing everywhere. We landed on the floor in a heap and he quickly had the upper hand and I had no problem letting him take it. I knew that both of us would have bruises, and I doubt either one of us cared. He was being incredibly rough and forceful and I didn't mind in the slightest. He used his knees to slide my legs apart and then entered me quickly and fully. His pace was that rate that both of us loved; where the slapping was all you could hear. Even though we were both still slick with water, he had no problem finding something to grab onto. He used my shouderblades as he drove in, deep and hard, and I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper with every stroke. As before, I looked into his eyes as I felt my orgasm approaching. He was getting close as well, and he helped me along, reaching down to pinch my clit. It was hard, and instantaneous. My orgasm sent him over the edge with me, and I fought hard to keep my eyes on his as I came. He pulled out, and collapsed next to me.

Slightly out of breath, he turned his head to me. "I feel like one of those rock stars that just trashed the hotel room." He grinned, and it was genuine. I had seen him smile so few times, but I was really enjoying it. I knew I wanted to see it again. "Shall we move to a more comfortable location and go over your list?"

He rose to his feet, and gave me his hand. And then Draco Malfoy shocked me again. He grabbed his wand out of his pants on the floor, and cleaned up the mess that we had made, before I could even move to do so. Naked, we each grabbed a towel and made our way to my bedroom.

"Alright, the Astronomy Tower, it's so over done Hermione. Not that I have a problem with it, mind you. But a lot of people use it. Easy to get caught." He said, and I'd swear he was picking a fight with me. We were both lying naked on my bed, on our stomachs, with the list in front of us. We had agreed on the hand signals, and gestures, and he had added a few. We were now just going over the places. It was a triviality, really.

"Honestly, Draco, I was just pulling places off the top of my head. I mean, we can't just always meet in our quarters. We're bound to get caught, sooner or later. I was just tossing out ideas." I said, getting a little frustrated. I was sure that my organizational skills were annoying him. They annoy most people. Or was he really picking a fight?

"Well, what else. The Greenhouses? Really? Hermione, it's like a bad piece of fiction. And besides, I'm not about to get it on with Merlin knows what poking me in the bum. What else is on your list? The Room of Requirement? Hermione? An empty classroom? Blimey, Granger. Let's just put a sign on the door that says 'Free peep show'." He dropped the paper and looked at me. " You forgot the Potions classroom you know. What about the Great Hall?"

"Did you have any better ideas, then? Did you just want to have a go on Professor Dumbledore's desk? What about the Slytherin common room? Oh wait? Let's just see if we can have a go in the kitchens." I was getting frustrated with him. I wasn't sure if this was a game, or if he was pulling my chain, but he was starting to annoy me. "Oh, I forgot the Prefects Bathroom. Pefect for a clandestine meeting." I was totally sarcastic now, and very annoyed.

He sensed my annoyance, and put his hand on my back, rubbing my shoulders. "Hermione, relax. It's a joke. I'm fooling. You have some great ideas. But I want to compromise about some of these, alright? A few of these are a little, shall we say, frequented by other students, and that bothers me. After all, we don't want to get caught. Right?" He smiled, that smile that seemed to come naturally, and I had to smile back. I was instantly at ease.

He leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss, then another. It turned it into a deeper kiss, and one of us took the parchment and tossed it onto the floor. I pushed him backwards on the bed and he didn't resist me, running his hands down my back and pulling me deeper to him. We kissed for several minutes, the kisses growing deeper in passion. I pulled myself from his mouth and started to kiss my way down his chest, stopping to lick and nip at each of his nipples. He actually laughed when I did it, his hips bucking off the bed. Who knew Draco Malfoy was ticklish? I bit a little harder and he moaned. I kissed my way down his chest, and I glanced up at his face. His eyes were locked on mine as I took his erection into his mouth. It was incredibly erotic. He moaned again as I took my time, slowly taking his length into my mouth. Inch by inch, I teased him. I started to hum, with his entire length deep in my throat. He gasped.

"Hermione, would you mind swinging your legs up here for me?" He managed to say. Sixty-nine? I was only happy to oblige. I only had my legs half way around before he grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way up and around. It was seconds later and he had his face deep inside of my core. He was eating my pussy like a starved man. His always talented mouth was everywhere at once. I was seconds away from my orgasm. And then he inserted a finger and I went over the edge. Hard. I was bucking against his face and I didn't care if I was hurting him. The release was incredible.

I rolled off of him, spent. He propped himself up on one elbow, that cocky grin on his face. Funny how much I really loved to see that grin, and loved trying to wipe it off his face. And that's exactly what I was going to do.

Casually, I reached over and wrapped a hand around his length. I gave him one short, slow stroke. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the rest of his body fell backwards onto the bed. I quickly replaced my hand with my mouth, wanting to keep the upper hand in our sudden game. I pulled myself up onto both of my elbows to give myself better leverage, which turned out to be a mistake.

I was so distracted by all the attention that I was paying to his lovely prick that I failed to notice when he reached over and once again pulled me into our earlier position. I'd be damned if he would make me cum again, and so quickly. Not without a fight. I began to suck his glorious cock like it was my last meal, fucking my own face at such a fast pace that I was choking myself. I started to rake my fingernails down his beautiful thighs, something else I knew he loved. Not quite deep enough to draw blood, but just enough to remind him what I was doing. And then, of course, for the piece de resistance, his newest weakness, I added my teeth.

He knew that I was giving this blowjob everything I had, and he was quite possibly giving my pussy the best licking it had ever had before. Not that I would ever give Draco Malfoy poor marks in this department. Far from it. His oral skills were exceptional. But this time, he was using ever trick he had, and I think he might have actually been inventing some as he went along. His tongue was phenomenal. His lips were the best they had ever been. I almost lost it when he inserted one finger, and then two into my dripping core. And I have no idea what stopped me from going over the edge when he removed one of those fingers, and slid it down even farther. Sheer willpower. I was not going to let Draco win this one. No way.

I threw everything I had into this blow job. I tried to block out everything that he was doing, and just thought about what I was doing. Remembered every single solitary detail that I could rembmer about sucking dick, and more importantly, what I could remember about sucking his dick. And then I just gave it my all.

And then suddenly, I felt it. That barely perceivable twitch in the base of his prick. If I hadn't had my mouth full of man meat, I might have smiled. I kept up my pace and stroke, and actually dug my nails into his thigh, slowly.

Pay dirt. He came then, groaning as he did. It took everything I had not to join him with my release. I fell off of him, and actually giggled as I watched him struggle to regain his composure.

"Now then. Since you're so big on compromise, what if we change from Greenhouse Three to Greenhouse Five?" I asked, innocently. "And there's an empty classroom on the seventh floor, in the south wing that I'd really like you to consider."

AN: You gotta love bathroom sex. (: Leave me a review, takes ya two seconds! Just be gentle! (: