CHAPTER SPOILER: Ok, so I rated his M because I wanted to get to some more steamy scenes later on but I felt like this should really be an in the moment kind of chapter and a little less familiar. Next chapter is definitely steamy-ness! Let me know what you think. I own nothing! XD

She felt her feet firmly connect with the wood planks of her porch so hard that it knocked her forward as her hands came up to steady herself against the hard confines of Draco's chest. His cloak threatened to fall from her shoulders before his hands caught it, helping herself stand upright, "thanks." She muttered quietly as she unlocked the front door moving into the house barely lit by a few choice lamps scattered around her parents modest home. Cerulean hues glanced around the street, finding it empty and desolate before he turned to enter behind her, closing the door quietly behind him in a gentle click.

Her petite frame slowly drug her steps through the confines of her room, stopping as she stood still before the drawn curtains keeping the quaint street lights from fully illuminating her. Draco followed her like a moth drawn to the flame, his feet stopping their journey just past her doorway, leaning back to rest his shoulder against the corner, arms folding a crossed his chest with a cock of his head as he watched her through pale lashes. He could admit, tonight something was rather undeniable in the energy between the two of them, and they had been dancing round and round with it all night. Idly her hands lifted to begin taking the jewelry adorning her ears off, tilting her head to the each side lightly to help her before she placed them down inside the red, velvet lined box resting on top of her drawer.

Against his better judgment, Draco felt his body straighten from the edge of the frame, his towering form in its usual predatory swagger carrying him gently to close the gap between them. Hermione turned her head in the slightest to observe him until there were only inches between them. She swore she could feel his warm breath brushing the side of her neck as he leaned forward, moving the slender digits up to lightly take hold of the tie of her dress in an "X" a crossed her exposed back. Her lids shuttered closed instinctively, a deep breath shaking between her lips as she inhaled. "You look beautiful tonight, "When she finally allowed herself to release the breath caught in her chest, Hermione felt the straps of her dress slide out of their hold, loosely trailing from their bound from the emerald garment.

She swore the electricity he was creating in the atmosphere was nearly bouncing off of her skin, tingling her nerves as she maneuvered to face him in all his close proximity. Hermione dared to meet his gaze, slowly tilting her head up to stare into the clouded storm that was watching her so carefully. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand against the side of her face, his fingertips brushing into the soft curls of her hair at the base of her neck. "What are you doing?" Draco observed her question with a swipe of his thumb along the swell of her cheekbone, leaning down so his lips were only a hairsbreadth away from her own, "I told you that this wasn't done. I'm giving myself a chance not to be my father. Don't screw it up, Granger." Chocolate orbs locked into his own, her lips parting ready to question his every motive but his own lips were already on her, silencing her in a kiss.

She stood shell shocked, stiff and rigid with his lips upon her, firmly against her own, tempting her, teasing her. It was a kind of kiss she was unsure how to take, it wasn't like a kiss from Ron, simple and sweet, this was filled with angst, question, danger, and she swore poison. Draco Malfoy was poison or at the very least one very expensive drug and it was that very reason she felt her eyes drift shut, leaning up onto the tips of her toes to place her small hands against the sides of his aristocratic features. If she had expected her move to frighten him back, she was mistaken. Draco slid his spare hand around her waist, resting low and flat palmed at the small of her back as he drug her closer, flush up against his body.

"Draco…" his name rolled off her tongue like satin and he'd be damned if he didn't taste it this time. Hermione's slender arms slid around his neck, their kiss becoming something hungry and passionate as his tongue, anything but forked, was begging her own for entrance, moving to swipe a crossed her bottom lip. Her body melted into him, sighing out as he had all the granted welcoming he needed, pressing into her with his towering frame. She kissed him with everything that was left inside of her, all the anger she'd had over the past 6 years involving his name, all the confusion he'd left her with in the passing days, every unanswered question, all the lingering touches, everything…

Draco carefully removed his firm hold against her, shrugging the suit jacket from against his shoulders, feeling the material slide down his arms and down into a waiting hand. Her arms locked around his neck and he laid a strand of kisses down the curve of her neck, tasting her while tossing the offending garment still in his palm off to sprawl over the corner of her bed. Her fingers coiled around the collar of his shirt, tugging as she stepped back but damn him in those Quidditch skills, he so quickly swayed their stance, her calves brushing against the edge of her mattress and just that quickly she was falling back onto it. Chestnut curls framed her flushed expressions, her chest heaved deeply, eyes closed in her lust. The sight of her alone was so intense he was barely aware of his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her body, the mattress dipping under their weight as he crawled on top of her, holding his weight above her. Hermione slid herself back onto the mattress, drawing her legs beneath her as she rose up onto her knees letting Draco crawl his way back to her, raising to kneel in front of her before his lips were assaulting her once more.

This is wrong; this is so, so wrong. This is Malfoy! Hermione Granger, Lioness of Gryffindor was kneeling on her mattress with the Prince of Slytherin, his tongue dipping into the small dip of her collar bone, causing her to come undone with a passion she never knew existed within him. Merlin, a passion she never knew existed inside of herself. Draco's eyes were closed, his breath hard and ragged as he broke the kiss, hovering there at the hallow of her neck, trailing a hand to run down the curves of her waist before he dropped it down against her knee. That rich green material played into his fingertips, toying with it lightly in his grasp. Inch by agonizing inch he ran his hand up the swell of her knee, along the smooth confines of her thigh, brushing the material up higher and higher as he went. She thought she was going to die if he didn't do something soon and she heard herself whimper but still, his movements continued the slow climb.

Hermione's fingers steadied enough to slip the buttons through each adjourning slit of his shirt, running her hands back up the muscles of his chest, brushing the material off from his broad shoulders. Her hands guided it down his arms, Draco himself arching back to tug the shirts free, letting it fall to the floor carelessly. His upper body was completely bare to her touch and she took every advantage of running her hands over the inches and trails.

"Tell me you want this, Granger. Tell me you want me," his voice was dangerously low, drawled out lucidly. His hand was upon her hip down, thumb dipping against the outline of her bone, toying with the strap holding the thin piece of lace covering her together. "I want you in the worst ways, Granger. I want every part of you." His grip tightened on her hip, stilling her writhing underneath him in attempts to feel his touch further as his lips grazed every exposed patch of skin. "Every annoying, irritating, dirty, saint like part about you."His fingers made swift movement on unzipping her dress, loosening the grip of his arm a crossed her upper back, Draco shifted her effortlessly to yank the fabric down from her chest, letting it pool at her waist. She had to hand it to him; he was well skilled in this particular game he was playing so well. He knew she'd have no hope in answering while he had her eyes rolling back but that last little comment snapped her from her hazy cloud. Heavy lidded eyes opening sharply to observe him. There he was kneeling in front of her, platinum locks skewed and disheveled, shirt missing on the floor, heavy breath, watching her watch him as she drew leaned into him. "Prove it."

The time for sensual games and seductive tones was over. He felt a growl catch in his throat at her boldness, fingers twining around the band of lace and in one precise tug it tore directly in two. Hermione let out a small yelp, instinctively scooting back onto the bed further. One by one his shoes kicked off, and he moved back up the bed to finish removing the quite fitting shade of green material away from her body. Hermione's fingers twined in the back of his hair to aid him in his way back, her shaky fingers steadied as she tugged the buckle of his belt but neither of them seemed to hold the patience to concentrate on the tedious task at hand. His body moved over hers, supporting his weight as he leaned down into her, his mouth searching hers out in the fluttering street lights. Hermione was thankful for his warmth, her fully exposed body shivering under his touch but she couldn't keep the crimson blush from remaining solid a crossed her cheeks.

Slowly he moved his hand down her collar bone, tracing the swell of one particular breast. Lazily he ran his finger a crossed the peak, listening to her gasp as it continued its journey lower. This was maddening. Sure, she wasn't a virgin thanks to Ronald's eagerness but that was it, it was just Ron, and their moments together surely never felt like this. The pad of his finger parted her lips in one swift movement, biting down against the soft juncture of her neck before he slid it into her. She was unbelievable. Panting beneath him, completely wet and moaning his name as she rubbed her hips downward. He nearly lost all composure right there before he'd even really had her.

Draco swiped his thumb in a small circle round that sensitive pinpoint of nerves, relishing in the arch is caused her back. She had no idea what he was doing to her but she was sure she should stop him. She was sure this was illegal in one world or the other. All she saw was a pulsing white light, all she could feel was the incredible heat washing over her, and all she could hear was Draco muttering about her beauty in her ear and right then, right there, Hermione did want him and she wanted him in all of those same worst possible ways. Somewhere in the midst of her abandoned composure, Draco had slid out of his trousers and she could feel the length of him pressing against her thigh. Come what may, if he never looked her in the eye again, if he left without a single word, if the war started tomorrow, she'd still have this memory of the first time she ever felt true passion.

Her hands found their way to either side of his face, locking her heavy gaze to him, "I won't hurt you." She managed a smile in her fog as she whispered back, "I know." The word had barely left her lips as Draco arched inside of her, feeling her body curl off the bed. He felt like satin wrapped around molten steel, stretching her, leaving her breathless. "No one will ever hurt you…" his words ground out, his teeth clenched in concentration that was a fleeting battle when she was so god damn tight. She moaned his name when he began moving slowly inside of her, rocking his hips forward to meet her own, "ever." And as Draco Malfoy made love to her through the endless hours of the night, Draco reminded himself that come what may, her face would forever be burned into his eyes, her touch forever burned into his skin, and his words tonight, would forever be burned into his brain with the way she called his name with every response.