Draco arrived at his home office promptly at 7:00am, located in the back corner of the library. In contrast with the heavy antique library furniture, Draco's office was a modern masterpiece. It was all grey and black, with a thin, sleek desk, a curved chair and an enchanted wall that altered the images to fit the mood of the room.

That morning, it was the image of harsh waves breaking across the shore. Draco looked from the waves to Hermione with a knowing smirk. She was sitting at his desk, legs crossed in a tight pencil skirt and white blouse, nervously rearranging his office supplies. Her curly hair had been tamed and pulled back into a tight, spiraled bun that would have made her look very mature if she hadn't been nibbling on her lower lip.

"Boo!" Draco said at the door. Hermione wheeled around in the chair so fast that she almost flew out of it. She ended up doing a rather ungraceful series of dance moves to secure herself again. "Well that was as satisfying as I thought it would be," Draco said with a cocky sort of laugh. Hermione sneered. "Don't ruin it with that pouty face," he came up and pinched her cheeks playfully. "Especially when you look so cute in your Granger- goes-to-work outfit," he continued in a voice one might use to talk to a child.

"I hate you," she replied through gritted teeth.

"What was that, Love?" He sat down on Hermione's lab and examined her work. "Have you organized these according to color?" he asked looking down at the items. "Hermione they're all indiscernible shades of grey/black."

"And functionality," she added. "You know, your basic quill next to feather, parchment ties next to owl biscuits." She chuckled to herself. "I'll never understand why people put parchment ties next to the parchment rolls, you're never getting a new sheet when you're about to send a letter – it's a complete waste of time. This should save you a couple seconds if not a few solid minutes if you added everything –"

"Bloody Hell Granger this is anal, even for you." He turned his head to face her with a stupid grin on his face. "Hey, speaking of anal –"

"Don't even think about –"

"Only joking!" Draco laughed at the blush seeping into her cheeks. "Though, I think you'll probably like it.

"You know, you're heavier than you look," she complained irritably, the Slytherin still planted on her lap.

"How rude. Suit yourself," he summoned himself a larger more lavish chair and

plopped himself in it with a satisfied glance in Hermione's direction (not that she cared). "Let's get to work, shall we?"

"Yes! I'm really happy to be involved," Hermione beamed, rubbing her hands together. "What is it exactly that we're doing?"

"Right. So, strictly speaking I'm not supposed to tell the public about this, but I figure a brownnoser like yourself can be trusted." He looked to Hermione for some sort of confirmation, she nodded her head. "It seems given the unrest and disruption Voldemort caused in muggle communities during his brief, yet destructive, time in power, the muggle prime minister would like to ban all witches and wizards from muggle areas."

"What? That's ridiculous! We live in muggle areas. There are split families – Muggle borns."

"Well exactly, Granger! We're obviously not going to succumb to that ridiculous demand but apparently the muggle minister's hands are tied and he has to follow through. So Kingsley has a decision to make. There's no way muggles could out power or intimidate us so…"

"The Ministry wants to challenge the threat with force?" Hermione said with shock and disgust.

"Not all of it. Kingsley has compiled a board to handle this matter. Given the Malfoy's generous financial investment in muggle welfare, we were asked to weigh in on the talks. Kingsley doesn't want to threaten the muggles but many of my fellow board members do and he's having trouble thinking of a better solution."
"Huh," Hermione scoffed. "There are plenty …" Hermione hesitated, realizing even she couldn't think of something. "Surely we can think of an alternative."

"That's it, Granger, I already have. Something as radical as the muggle Prime Minister and as threatening as the board." It was like she was hit by a stunning jinx –

"You want to expose the wizarding world!" she said. "But that will affect more than just the United Kingdom. The other Wizarding provinces will have a field day. It will cause a civil war."

"No. I want to say we will." Hermione wanted to laugh at how Slytherin it all was. "I think that's a threat the muggle Minister will take seriously and this way, no one gets hurt. The trouble is, we can't make idle threats. If he calls us on our bluff than we do, as Great Britain, have to come out as a wizarding community. Meaning we, you and I, have to come with a presentation that will convince the board that muggles will accept us if it comes to that." Hermione stared at Malfoy for a long, drawn out second of unfathomable disbelief. Most predominantly due to the fact that he cared enough about muggles to be on the defending end of this discussion.

"So, you've brought me here to do the impossible," she said, rubbing her temples.

"Brightest witch of our age, right." He looked at her with hopeful eyes, "That's what everyone keeps saying." Hermione gave him one of her humble smiles, that he found wholly too attractive.

Then they were off to work, and boy did they work. And work. And worked some more. Sometimes Draco would get away with himself and try rub legs against Hermione's under the table or even chance a hand on her inner thigh but she would always swat him away, insisting, of course, on diligence.

Though in a rare moment of distraction, Hermione found herself in a whirl of wonder about one former Slytherin. She stared at him as he worked, marveling at who he was and who he had become.

"How did you get here?" she finally asked.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific, gorgeous," he said not looking up from his papers.

"I'm serious," she laughed, "how did you become the representative of the muggle presence in the wizarding world?" Draco took in a large, dramatic, laborious breath.

"You see, Granger, the minister thinks my presence on the board would be a good example considering how much the Malfoy foundation has changed its views on muggle welfare. Now if that offends you –"

"No. I'm not… I'm curious, I guess. I mean this is like a total turn around."

"Oh," he said, finally looking up at her. "I told you that already – Astoria. When I met her, she knocked me down a few pegs. None of my excuses worked on her. She came from a pretty fucked up family too, you know. She basically told me I couldn't sit around feeling sorry about the fact that I was a dick. She said I needed to get my shit together and do something. So, I did. And then I married her. "

"I'm sure your parents were pleased," Hermione said, a little perturbed at the affection in his eyes when he talked about his wife. "I mean your families are like pure blood royalty aren't they. I'm sure that contract was written up as soon as she was born."

"Woah, woah, woah, Granger – where'd that come from?"

"I'm just being honest. What the two of you have done is brilliant, I just think it's funny that you ended up exactly where you were supposed to be." Draco eyed her with a confused sort of anger in his eyes. What was she playing at? He was just being honest with her and she was attacking him.

"You ought not to read so many gossip magazines, Granger?" he said. "For the record, I was meant to marry Daphne Greengrass not Astoria. And anyway it wasn't a forced arrangement, it was a suggestion. Astoria's family cut her off when she opposed them in the war and after she sent the lot of them to Azkaban. And my mother is so angry at me for sending her husband to prison and for marrying the great pureblood trader that she only speaks to me on Christmas Eve. So… pleased isn't exactly the word I would use. I think devastated might be a better choice, don't you?" He hadn't noticed, but at some point in his tirade he had stood up and was working himself up to an impressive state of red. The ever changing wall had shifted to an image of a bull about to charge.

Hermione, realizing what she had done, stood up and cautiously weaved her arms around his waist. She kissed him on the shoulder. He turned his head away from her in a pout.

"Hey," she said. "You want to put your hand up my skirt." Draco thought about it for a second, considered it heavily, then shook his head. Hermione swallowed her pride and tried again. "Draco," she said in a bit of whine. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips. "Listen up, because you won't hear this very often. I – apologize. We've been working all day and I was cranky and daft." She shivered like she'd just eaten something terrible.

"That was really hard for you to say, wasn't it?" he said looking at her with an amused smile.

"Yes, it was."

"Good," he said, patting her on the arse then taking his seat again.

"Come on," Hermione said, motioning for him to come over. "You can't speak for muggles if you don't know how to be one."

"Where are you going with this, Granger?"

"You, pretty wizard boy, are going to come with me to my house. We're going to order pizza and watch the movie version of Pride and Prejudice."

"But I just finished the book –"

"Shhh! you're going to love it." Generally, Draco couldn't be forced to do anything he didn't want to do. Well, Astoria could make him do most things but, then again, he liked doing most things Astoria wanted him to do. As for this frizzy haired witch in front of him, he was slowly finding it difficult to refuse her as well.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Hermione began when they'd arrived at her childhood home in London. "But I had no idea how smart you were. I've been watching you all day like – Oh!"

"I'll have you know my marks were just as good as yours at Hogwarts," he said.

"Not just," she bit back as she took out her key and unlocked the door.

"Near enough. Do you know how many years I spent at Hogwarts trying to outdo you?" he commented.

When Draco walked around the first floor of the house, he noticed it looked exactly like what he'd always imagined a muggle house to be. There were beige walls, tidy yet comfortable-looking furniture. He thought it all very nauseating to, but he dare not say as much.

"Funny," Hermione smirked, "I didn't even know we were competing."

"What's that? Did you just smirk? You've been spending way too much time with me."

"I know," she whined, "it's awful!"

"Yes. You sure sound miserable when you're screaming my name at the top of your lungs – wait," he said picking up on of the still pictures on the mantle.

"Yes, muggle pictures don't move," she patronized.

"No. Why aren't you in any of the pictures?" he asked. "Too ugly? Your parents didn't want to look at you all day." He placed the picture back on the mantle. "Can't say I blame them." Hermione's face looked like all the blood had been drained from every pour.

"I was just joking," Draco defended, "you know I can't get enough of that cute little face of yours."

"Gods, I haven't been here in years," Hermione said. "I'd forgotten how much the spell really takes away."

"What? Spell? Takes what away?" Something about the wrinkle in her forehead and the red tint to her nose made it look like she was about to cry and Draco didn't like it.

Before Hermione could explain, the pair heard a sound at the door.

"The pizza can't be here this soon," Hermione exclaimed, walking towards the door.

Right as she reached for the nob, it swung open, almost knocking her to the floor. Draco might have laughed if he didn't see the creature in the archway and what his presence did to Hermione Granger.

"Alfie!" she roared, running into his arms. Draco watched him bring her into a tight hug and spin her about himself.

This Alfie character, Draco noted, was tall, broad-shouldered and so fit that he reminded him of Viktor Krum. He had red/brown hair and was dressed in an appalling pair of jeans and a tea shirt with a picture of a half-naked women on the front. Draco, for one, thought he looked like a bad combination of Hermione's Exes. Handsome thought – if you liked that sort. "Well, it seems she has a type," he grumbled irritably to himself.

"Hermione. Granger," Alfie said, setting her back on the floor. "You look as sexy as ever."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Hermione chastised. "How could you not tell me you were back in town?" She hit him playfully on the shoulder. Draco's right eyebrow twitched. Was she really flirting with this guy?

"I've only been back about a week or so. Besides," he said, "I've been sending letters to your flat."

"Oh," Hermione blushed, "I moved, actually. I guess that's my fault."

She stared at him for a long time, participating in some sort of silent conversation Draco didn't understand.

"There're doing fine, by the way," Alfie said to Hermione. It was a more serious tone then Draco had thought possible for the plebian muggle. "I know you're going to ask," he went on. "Your parents love the Aussie life."

"I thought you did too," Hermione said. "why'd you come back?"

"Following a woman. As always," the Alfie said. Hermione laughed, Draco felt air slowly fill his lungs again. He had somebody else. Draco didn't want to dwell on why that knowledge was such a relief to him.

"Figures," Hermione said. "Does this mean you've finally found 'the one'?"

"Not a chance. She's married," Alfie replied.

"You're incorrigible," Hermione said with a disapproving expression Draco felt was pretty hypocritical.

"She's a witch actually," Alfie said.

Draco ears perked up. How did this muggle idiot know about magic? Had Hermione Granger broken magical law?

"No kidding, do I know her? Give me a name." Hermione continued on as if his magical were nothing. It was not nothing.

"I'm sure you do know her," he grinned. "Which is why I'm definitely not telling you anything." The idiot looked at Draco for the first time. "Mione, you're being so rude."

Alfie presented his hand, entering Draco into the strongest gripped handshake he'd ever experienced. "You must be the Ron I've heard so much about. You're not nearly as ginger as she mentioned – "

Draco did not even have the words to correct him. He had never been so insulted in his life.

"No, no, no. This isn't Ron," Hermione laughed. Laughed – at the worst day in Draco Malfoy's life. The nerve.

"Bloody hell you're cheating on your boyfriend," Alfie exclaimed. He looked pleased. "This is…woah, I'm impressed, Granger. Welcome to the club."

"Don't be daft," she said, whacking him again. "Ron and I spilt up."

"What?! But you all were like destiny's bastard, weren't you?"

"She probably doesn't want that thrown in her face," Draco blurted, growing more and more annoyed by the muggle's presence.

"Right you are, my finely dressed chap," Alfie gave Draco hard pat on the back. "Sorry, Mione. Out with the old and in with the blonde – that's what I always say." Alfie winked in Draco's direction. Hermione laughed.

"We're not together," she said with more laughter. She was actually bending at the waist. Draco looked at her like he could summon spikes with his eyes. It really wasn't that funny. "This is my boss. He's never been to a muggle neighborhood, so I was showing him around."

"In that case," Alfie leaned down and kissed a blushing Hermione on the cheek. "In with me then." Draco didn't know where he mustered the strength not to attack.

Alfie made to head up the stairs, but paused, saying, "your Pizza's here, by the way." A doorbell sounded.

"How did you?" Hermione began with a giggle.

"You may be a witch, but I can always sense when pizza's near," he winked. "That's real magic." Alfie laughed himself up the rest of the stairs while Hermione got the pizza.

"Who's the muggle?" Draco said, trying to figure out how to consume the cheesy deliciousness in front of him. Hermione grinned ear to ear.

"You pick up a slice and take a bite out of the end like this," she demonstrated and a string of cheese stuck to the corner of her mouth. Draco watched her tongue snake out to catch it before taking another bite. Draco fidgeted in in his seat, since when did everything she did turn him on – I mean this wasn't even graceful. Focus, he scolded himself.

"So… Alfie?"

"Oh right. Hmmm, how do I explain Alfie?" she pondered. "His mum and my mum were best friends growing up. Then, it was quite sad actually, his mum died in my third year of Hogwarts. His dad wasn't around and my mum was his godmother, so my parents took him in."

"So he's your brother," Draco said, feeling their final interaction rather inappropriate.

"Not biologically!" Hermione said, too defensively. "I only really got to see him over summer holiday, to tell you the truth. Then the war happened and… Well, Voldemort would have come after my family so I sent my parents with Alfie to Australia so they would be safe. The thing is, I had to alter my parent's memory. They don't know about me or magic or any of it anymore," she sighed. "That's why I'm not in any of the pictures."

"Why haven't they come back now that the wars over?" Draco asked. Hermione suddenly seemed very small. Her voice small, her movement's small, even the shallow rise and fall of her chest was small.

"Altering memories is a very permanent kind of magic. See, if I died I didn't want them to have to mourn me five years later when the spell lifted. You have to rebuild the memories in their brain, unpack the lie then weave back in the truth. It's very difficult and dangerous to mess with the brain, it takes a specialist. An expensive specialist." Draco watched the witch as everything started to piece together in his head.

"That's why you asked for the job, isn't it?" Hermione nodded.

"Well fuck, Granger. Why didn't you say anything? We'll go to the healer tomorrow." Hermione looked into his genuine grey eyes and recognized, with great fear, that she might get lost in them.

"No, I don't want the money given to me," she said. "This is too important. I have to earn it myself. I have to clean up the mess I made. I know it doesn't make much sense –" Draco, who knew (all too well) what it felt like to have to work to make up for lost time thought it made all the sense in the world.

He stopped her speaking by pressing his lips to hers. He felt her body jolt at the contact. He heard her pizza fall to the floor. What a waste, he thought as he laid her down on the couch. She looked up at him wide-eyed and blushing as he closed the distance again. He kissed her collarbone above the first button of her blouse.

"Then earn it," he said in a husky voice that made Hermione's body ache for him. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, licking her top lip as if calling his to her. When his mouth was inches away, she slipped it into the smooth slit between his lips and slowly traced their outline. He tried to devour her mouth but with a firm hand, she kept him at a distance. A little flick of her tongue at the corner of her mouth, a swipe of his lower lip then a peck on the tip of his tongue. This witch was driving him crazy in the best way possible, his erection was growing beneath his slacks and he knew she could feel it against her lower abdomen.

"Hey there," Hermione said as she snaked her hand between them and wrapped it around her favorite cock. Draco let out a deep sigh, Hermione smiled in approval, stroking him twice more over his slacks. "Lay back," she demanded in her signature bossy tone.

In their many times together, Hermione had never been confident enough to take this sort of leadership role in the bedroom and now that she finally had, it was turning Draco on more than he thought possible. His cock twitched as he lay there, waiting for her, her lust filled eyes dancing across his body. She sat up in front of him, sensually pulling the pin out of her hair. Her wild curls spiraled out of their hold and cascaded down her lush breast. God's those breasts, they were practically bursting from her button down.

Draco kept his eyes trained on the beauty as she worked the buttons of her blouse. It was all too much, he had been waiting to take that shirt off her all day and here he was with a front row seat. He could tell she was a bit nervous to be in control because every so often the corners of her mouth would turn up in a bashful grin but that made it all the sexier to Draco.

When those gorgeous set of tits were free, Hermione straddled his lap, pressing her hands hard on his chest.

"Shirt off," she commanded again.

"Yes mam," he replied in that gruff voice of his.

"Merlin, I'm so turned on," she almost moaned. Draco grew ever harder. She licked up his abdominals and bit him, a little harder than he was expecting, at a nipple.

"Bloody hell," he said involuntarily bucking his hips. "What has gotten into you, Granger. Not that I'm complaining." She pressed her panty clad pussy up against his pants covered cock and began getting herself off on top of him. Her eyes locked on his, she took her tits in her hands and started playing with her nipples. She let out little whimpers when it pleased her.

Draco was completely hers and she knew it. She could do whatever she wanted, as long as he could watch the way her body blushed and shook with her arousal.

"Oh, I can tell you're not complaining," she said. She lowered her chest to his, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. She could feel his breathing hitch as she took his earlobe in her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. A jolt of pride went through her; she was doing it, making him vulnerable and hot for her – Hermione Granger! It gave her a new confidence. A new wanting.

"You're so hard for me," she whispered in his ear as she rubbed herself against him. "It's making me really wet."

"Oh Fuck," Draco cursed bucking up to her center. What was this witch doing to him? Hermione had to know it was absolutely unheard of for her to talk dirty like that to him.

He watched, eyes wide and mesmerized, as she reached into her underwear and fingered herself on top of him.

"Mmm," she hummed, "that feels good." Her cheeks reddened at the confession.

"Fucking hell, Granger." She grinned ear to ear at his reaction, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute. She slid her body down his chest, unzipped his pants and swiftly removed them. She reached in his boxers and wrapped her hand around his warm flesh for the first time. They moaned together, a puddle collecting in the crotch of her panties.

"Wait," Draco said as she continued to work him with skill. "We should… d-do a silencing and disillusionment charm. That muggle's still here." She made her way up to his lips. She kissed him passionately as she ground herself against him. He let out a loud groan.

"No spells, we're muggles remember." She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it back, roughly. "You're just going to have to be quiet like everybody else."

"But – Mmm," he was interrupted by Hermione twisting one of his nipples.

He groaned at the feel her arousal on his chest. "You're getting off on it, aren't you?" he questioned with a smirk. It was his turn to take charge. He sat up, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and licking and oh-so-sensitive nipple. Slow torturous licks that had her keening within seconds. "You love that he can hear you moan, that he might be watching. Wanking to what we're doing." She shivered above him.

"Draco, I'm so horny," Hermione moaned. "Oh my god!" He switched nipples, rubbing his cock against her clit as he spoke.

"What if he catches us," he whispered. She whimpered. "You'd like that wouldn't you? You're a bit freaky aren't you, Granger?" She began to shudder in his arms, so close to the edge. Never had a thin pair of boxers and panties felt like so much cloth.

"As much as I'd like to stay and be a part of your fantasy," Alfie said from the bottom of the stairs, "I've got a date."

"Fuck," Hermione and Draco said together.

They looked in his direction. His stance on the railing made it seem like he'd been there for a while. Draco remembering the state of them, hastily grabbed a pillow and covered Hermione.

"No need to be shy, now," Alfie said laughing on the way to the door. "Besides, it's nothing I haven't before… right Mione." He winked at her and made to open the door. "He's just my boss, my aunt's fanny," He chuckled, "Hermione Granger!" Another long laugh and he was out the door.

Hermione laid back with the pillow over her face.

"So much for that being sexy," she said with muffled pillow voice. "I hope you know he'll never let me live this down." Despite herself, she found it kind of funny and let out a light giggle until she realized she was laughing alone. She pulled the pillow off of her face. Draco was staring very ominously at the stairs where Alfie had been. "Draco," no response. "Draco," she said more forcefully, throwing the pillow at him.

"I thought you'd only been with Weasley? I mean, before me." he said harshly, with a look that reminded her of the Malfoy she'd known at Hogwarts; like she disgusted him again, like he was about to call her something unforgivable.

"What are you talking about?" She said defensively, fumbling for her shirt and covering herself up.

"Don't play dumb, ignorance isn't an attractive color on you," he spat. She replied with a look like he was crazy. "'Nothing he hasn't seen before', Granger," he quoted Alfie. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, that." Hermione said finally cluing in.

"Yeah. That. Your incestuous relationship with your brother."

"Ok, first of all, we're not related. Second of all, I didn't have sex with him. We just hooked up a couple times over summer holidays in the past. Kid stuff. He got to see me without my bra one time." She smiled, trying to cuddle up to him. "What's the big deal?" He pulled away from her.

"Weren't we supposed to be watching the moving book thing?" He said in a huff.

"You want to watch the movie – now?" She ran her hand down his chest.

"It's what I'm here to do, isn't it?" he bit back.

She watched him pull on his pants, do them up again then fold his arms over his chest like a perturbed child. It would have been comical if Hermione weren't on the receiving end.

"Why are you mad at me?" she demanded.

"Don't be so bloody sensitive, Granger, I just want to watch the damn thing."

"Fine." She buttoned up her shirt and marched over to the TV cabinet. The Kira Knightley version was one of her family's favorite movies, so it was already in the front of the player.

The movie did nothing to improve the pair's bad moods. It seemed, at one point, that Draco might crack under the thrill of never having seen a film before but he held it together, bouldering his excitement with an every so often shrug or grunt. Hermione, on the other hand, was torn between her anger and curiosity at what caused the anger in the first place. Things were not faring well.

"Elizabeth is such an overrated character. Why would she take Wickham's side after she'd already seen Darcy was good – "

"What exactly had Darcy shown her, may I ask? I do believe in their first meeting, he referred to her as unworthy and unattractive, Hermione said."

"Which he took back and apologized for no shorter than their second meeting," Draco challenged. "He can't help the way he was raised, look at his sister."

"Well, Lizzie can't read minds," Hermione said, "she couldn't have known that Darcy was going to turn out better than the arrogant arsehole he presented himself to be."

Draco stared at her with grey, menacing eyes, his nostrils flaring a little bit like they tended to do when he got angry. If Hermione hadn't sworn to be utterly annoyed by his presence, she might have found it adorable. He turned back to watch the movie more put out than he was before.

"Now she's going to cry the rest of the book because she can't have the man she rejected in the first place. Why doesn't the whiney woman just runaway with her brother-in-law – Mr. Wickham." Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head. A head that, at present, looked like it was being eaten alive by her curls. Draco found it very hard to keep a straight face when looking at her.

"She just might," Hermione said indignantly. "That would leave Darcy to think about the fact that he's already engaged to Lady Katherine's rich and respectable daughter." Draco opened his mouth to say something but seemed to be silenced by her latest outburst. "A fact, may I add, that makes it completely irrational for him to be jealous of Mr. Wickham."

That had done it. Draco had Hermione caged in on her side of the couch, she barely remembered to breathe.

"You can't possibly think I'd waste my time and energy being jealous over the likes of you," he said. It was harsh and bitter and his nostrils flared again.

"And here I thought we were talking about the movie – Mr. Malfoy."

His mouth attacked hers with a kiss as rough as Elizabeth Benet was stubborn. When he was finished with her mouth, he moved on to her neck, abusing and bruising the skin there.

"You feel that?" he said curt, referring to the mark he was obviously making on her throat. "You're mine."

"I can't be owned, Malfoy," she protested. A feral noise, sounding like a growl burst from within him. He, rubbed her cunt over her damp panties.

"Who are you wet for?" he asked, ripping off her nickers and plunging two fingers into her. Hermione's insides were on fire, her aroused state returning from earlier that evening.

"poor spoiled little rich boy," she taunted, "mummy and daddy never taught him how to share." He brought his other hand to cover her mouth, tilting her head back with the force.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Granger." Despite being pinned and silenced, Hermione managed to get a hold of his pants she yanked them down, unsheathing his erect manhood and squeezing the shaft painfully within her grip. He let out a low yelp of pain. He could feel her smiling beneath his hand. He tightened his hold on her mouth, removing her hand from his member and ramming it into her cunt. Hermione let out a pleasured groan from beneath his palm.

He fucked her with speed and force, giving no care to the fact that his hold on her made it very hard to breathe. Then again, she didn't care much about that at that moment either. She was too busy swinging her leg over the other side of the couch, trying as hard as she could to make them as flush as possible.

Hermione tried to meet him with every thrust, but his movements became too erratic. She could only lay there, spread eagle as he pounded into her, giving her the most pleasurable experience of her life. She had absolutely no control over her body, despite her previous assertions, she was completely his.

Her lungs stung painfully from lack of air, her chest heaved and her body shook as she moved closer and closer to orgasm. She latched her arms around his back, desperate to hold on to something as her vison began to get fuzzy and her reality became nothing more than her need to climax.

Hermione's inner walls tried desperately to clamp down onto their destroyer, spiraling Draco to a quick release as well. He pressed his thumb on Hermione's sensitive clit, rubbing it furiously as his cock hammered away at her g-spot. It might have been her gradual decent toward unconsciousness, but in that moment, on the edge of exploding, Hermione thought she might die from the intensity of it.

"Ahh!" Draco screamed as her nails raked his back.

When they finally came, they came hard. With the rhythmic smacking of bodies. With the moans and grunts of an animalistic release. With the type of mind blowing climax that can happen only when those involved come at the same time. The type of orgasm that makes your heart skip a beat, or in this instance, the type of orgasm that makes Hermione lose consciousness.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Draco breathed as he paced up and down Hermione's living room, wearing nothing but a wrinkled pair of pants.

Hermione's eyes fluttered awake and with it, a huge smile graced her lips.

"That was brilliant," she said, sitting up.

"Don't get up," Draco said concerned. "You just lay there. Lay there and stay still." He was still pacing. His tall lithe, marble-like body bubbling with distress. Hermione planned to enjoy every second of it.

"I'm feeling ever so light headed, I think I might need to go to st. mungos," she said in the most helpless voice she could muster.

"Really? Bloody hell! I'll take you there straight away. I'm so sorry. Is your fireplace hooked up with the floo network because I don't think you're well enough to apparate?" Hermione started to laugh. She couldn't remember a time when anything was more funny. "Oh gods, now you're delirious!"

"I'm fine Draco," Hermione assured. "Actually, I'm a fair bit better than fine, I'd say." She grabbed his arm and yanked him on top of her again, pulling him into a gentle kiss.

"This is not funny," he pouted, "I hurt you. I put you in a comatose state."

"Hehe yeah," she kissed his cheek, "and it felt great."

"Hermione, I'm serous, I took things way too far. I'm really sorry." He looked ashamed, like a puppy after they've eaten your shoe.

"You don't have to be sorr –" Hermione sniffed the air – "what's that smell?"

"Oh- heh – I uhh… sort of freaked when you passed out and blew up your picture player." He ran his hands through his hair. "I'll pay for it."

Hermione turned her head toward the smoking television then back to Draco. She placed her hand on his cheek, smiling wearily.

"I mean this with all the love in both worlds, magic and non-magic. You make a really shitty muggle!"

Author's note: Thank you for sticking with me and your continued support! XXXPTP