Author's Notes: Greetings, Gentle Reader! (pulls metal pot over head to avoid getting hit by flying dumgbombs and Bat Bogey Hexes) I'm sooo sorry it's taken so long! I got hit with a major case of writer's block that even Newsies couldn't help! Yep, it was just THAT bad.

But you should really blame Ellae, because she wasn't around to help me. (points at Ellae accusingly, a la the evil monkey in Chris Griffin's closet, and hides behind couch when the torch-and-pitchfork-wielding mob turns their attention to said beta)

Ahem. Sorry about that. Bottled up imagination and all that. Anyway…

Betcha can't guess what's gonna happen next...or maybe you can, if you read Spelling it Out and saw the title of this chapter. Hold onto your hat, darlin'…the fun's just getting started.

Love you, Elle! Nose scratch!

Enjoy!

-Manda.

PS: I am not a dog hater. You'll understand later.

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Eating Her Words

After a few moments, they pulled apart. Malfoy was staring down at her as though he'd never seen her before. Hermione stared back up at him, her eyes wide.

Then, suddenly, he was kissing her hungrily. His arms went around her waist, pulling her over to straddle him. Hermione's first instinct was to resist, but she found she didn't have the strength to. Tired of pretending she didn't want this, she allowed him to pull her over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

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Draco didn't waste any time. He untucked her shirt from her skirt, not bothering to remove her sweater vest first. As soon as he reached her bra, she pulled back sharply and opened her mouth to speak. Impatient and not all that interested in what she had to say, he moved to her neck, causing her to drop her head back and moan softly. Encouraged, he moved up to her bra again and ran his thumb over her nipple softly through the fabric.

"I…Malfoy…we…we can't…" she breathed.

She's got to be joking, he groaned inwardly.

"Don't even think about it, Granger," he whispered in her ear.

"No…it's just…Merlin, do you have to do that?" she mumbled.

"Just what?" he asked, not stopping.

"Not…not here. Not like this," she choked out finally.

"Then where?" he asked, moving his other hand to the hem of her skirt and pushing it up.

"Ummm…"

Draco, enjoying the effect he was having on her immensely, moved the hand under her skirt to her panties. She let out another choked moan.

"Hurry up, Granger, I won't wait much longer," he warned, sliding a finger along her warm center through the soft cotton.

"The library," she said finally.

It was Draco's turn to pull back. He looked at her, not quite comprehending.

"Are you serious?" he asked finally.

She blinked. "Why? Do you know of someplace better?" she asked coolly.

He racked his brain. Everywhere he could think of would take too long to get to. The library was just across the hall. And it did have that couch near the restricted section…

"Okay," he replied quickly, helping her to stand and getting up.

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A few minutes later, Hermione found herself sitting next to Malfoy. They had kissed furiously the whole way back to the dilapidated couch that sat near the rope that blocked entrance to the restricted section. They were currently sitting side by side, turned toward each other, both their sweaters taken off and lying forgotten somewhere behind her.

Hermione moaned as he began unbuttoning her shirt and kissing her neck. She fumbled at his buttons and finally managed to push his shirt down his shoulders. He shook it off impatiently and took hers off, along with her bra, then tossed them unceremoniously onto the floor. Biting back another moan, she wrapped her arms around him and scratched his back lightly with her nails. At this, he let out a low growl and pulled her legs up and laid her back, getting on top. He looked at her breasts hungrily, then took the right nipple into his mouth. She bit her lip and moaned softly.

He had just begun reaching up her skirt to pull her panties down when the unthinkable happened.

What the hell are you doing?, the increasingly annoying voice piped up.

What the hell does it look like! Bugger off!, she replied to herself exasperatedly.

It looks like you're about to have sex. With Draco. As in Malfoy

Bloody hell…it's just once!

Is it?, the voice asked.

"Um…Malfoy?" she asked hesitantly. He responded with a muffled "Hmm?" but didn't stop. "Malfoy…," she tried again. He still didn't stop. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes as his fingers found the right spot. The slow tingling heat was almost too much to bear…

AHEM!

Her eyes flew open. "Mal…Draco….stop for a moment…" She bit back a gasp, knowing that would just encourage him.

He stopped, resting his forehead on her chest and sighing impatiently. "What now, Granger?" he asked, not looking up.

"This…this is only once, right? Just this one time?"

He looked up at her, stunned. "Don't tell me you're chickening out now."

"No! It's just a question."

"Yes, Granger. It's just once. Can we please get back to the matter at hand and chat after?"

Hermione clenched her jaw, fully prepared to tell him to shove it, perhaps with a well-placed knee. He seemed to realize this and began moving his finger again, grinning devilishly. "Something you'd like to say, Granger?" he asked softly as her breath hitched.

"Yes," she whispered in her most seductive voice. "I hate you with every fiber of my being. Now get up here." The grin widened as he moved up to kiss her again. She moved to undo his belt before pushing his pants and boxers down. He kicked them off and broke the kiss to lean back and pull her panties and skirt off.

He moved back over her and grinned. "So, Granger," he began. "How do those words taste?"

"Not so bad actually," she replied softly, shifting to afford him better access and hoping he could hear over the pounding of her heart.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"No," she lied. She betrayed herself, though, when she felt the tip of his length touch her most intimate place; she immediately gasped and tensed up. He stopped and looked down at her, blinking in confusion.

"Is this your first time?" he asked. She nodded.

"Relax, Granger. Squeeze my arms if you need to," he whispered, pushing a bit more. She closed her eyes and tried to take a few deep, relaxing breaths. He pushed a bit more and she gasped, gripping his arms as tightly as she could. She hadn't expected it to hurt this much.

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Draco had two choices.

Stop, and go wake up Pansy. And probably not enjoy it.

Continue, and risk hurting her even more, and therefore possibly disabling any chance he might have at getting more later. Not that he would want it, he was almost positive. But one can never be too sure.

"You have to relax. Otherwise it'll just hurt more," he whispered, pushing in a bit more. He moved his hand down to her side and rubbed her back lightly, still murmuring words of placation. Little by little, she began to relax and the grip on his arms lessened.

Draco clenched his jaw, trying to refrain from entering her to the hilt. It had been so long since he'd been with a virgin, and the tightness of her was driving him mad. He tried to put his mind to other things. Dead puppies…dead puppies…dead puppies…, he thought silently.

It didn't work. He was starting to sweat now from the effort of not ravishing her.

Suddenly, Granger gasped again, but it was different. From pain or pleasure, he couldn't be sure, so he stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was taking short ragged breaths.

"You all right down there, Granger?" he asked, hating the concern in his voice. This was just sex, not a relationship. Why should he care if it hurt her or not? She'd started it. She wanted it, too; it wasn't like this was rape.

Slowly, she nodded and opened her eyes, then smiled. "Never better," she whispered, pushing up a little, urging him deeper. Draco didn't need to be told twice—he entered the rest of the way in one quick, smooth motion, earning him a very satisfying gasp from his partner. Sensing that he probably shouldn't go full speed just yet, he started moving in and out slowly, letting her adjust to the motion. At first, she just lay there, her eyes closed and her face looking as though she couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. Then slowly, she began moving with him, matching his rhythm and meeting him stroke for stroke.

He thought he might go mad right then and there…

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Hermione's head was spinning. It still hurt a bit, but somehow, it was almost worth it for the pleasure. The pain was ebbing slowly, and as it did, she moved her hips a bit faster. Malfoy followed her lead.

Suddenly, he reached down and grasped her thigh, pulling up until it rested on his hip. She did the same with her other leg and experienced a burst of pleasure as he went deeper than before, causing her to let out a choked sort of gasp. Malfoy, interpreting correctly, repeated the motion.

After a few more minutes, Malfoy let out a moan and gripped the cushion beneath her, then crushed his lips against hers and began moving faster and more frantically. Hermione gasped as she felt the most peculiar sensation. It was wonderful…then her mind went completely blank. Malfoy let out a ragged sigh and slowed down, then finally stopped. He collapsed on top of her, his head buried in her neck.

Hermione swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to stop her pounding heart. She could feel Malfoy's heart beating just as fast on top of hers. Finally, he took a deep breath as well and murmured one word:

"Wow."

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Author's Note: Well, I hope it was worth the wait! Special thanks to AkashaTheKitty for all her help, even though she'll never read this.

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