I am so very, very sorry about the long silence! I won't give excuses, because I know they're worthless. But I have one major warning: MAJOR ADULT CONTENT!!! BY WHICH I MEAN GRAPHIC SEX!!! SO DON'T READ IF THAT OFFENDS YOU!!! Which it shouldn't, if you're reading mature stories. Apparently you're expecting mature themes.
Blaise had a very surreal feeling about this whole thing. It was not possible that he and Draco, the boy he admired so much for giving up the Dark Lord, were in a crowded nightclub with the girls of their dreams. It was not possible that his girl was royally pissed off at him and had just asked him to dance -after a fashion- in the same breath.

Oh, well, fuck it. He might as well do what she asked. It's what he'd wanted all evening, after all.

Blaise pulled her small frame flush against his body. "As you wish," he murmured in her ear, and the music changed all of a sudden. Locking eyes with Ginny, Blaise began to move slowly, sensually to the beat that thrummed deep down into their bones and was completely, deeply sexual.

Incredible…

She was far and away the best dancer he had ever danced with, and he found himself exerting to be better, more alluring, to her eyes. And he thought he succeeded.

From across the room, Hermione smiled.


Four silent shadows slipped back into Hogwarts at three o'clock in the morning. Never speaking, they split up in the entrance hall, one of the shadows heading down and three up. Several levels later they split again, one heading off through a portrait while the other two continued to walk down the hallway together.

Finally one of them spoke. "I'm surprised Blaise and Ginny didn't end up in the Room of Requirement together tonight."

Her companion chuckled. "Yes, I'm rather surprised about that myself. Especially the way they were dancing earlier."

"Y Ddraig Goch Ddyry Cychwyn," the girl said as they stopped in front of a portrait, and it swung open to admit them.

"What does that mean?" Draco asked as they entered their common room and the lamps flickered on.

"The Red Dragon Will Rise Again," replied Hermione. "It's a reference to Merlin, and the time before King Arthur was born."

"How the hell did you learn Gaelic?" He asked, confused and admiring. "Very few people speak it."

Hermione turned and smiled at him. "Irish grandparents come in handy." She stepped up to him and placed a delicate hand on his chest. "But I'd rather discuss something else," she breathed into his ear, and tugged on the lobe gently with her teeth.

Her actions sent a spear of heat directly to his groin. Draco drew back slightly and looked into her eyes. "You're drunk," he concluded.

Hermione laughed. "Only slightly." Her hands began to slide up around his neck. "And not enough to interfere with my judgment." She scraped her teeth along his collarbone, and he shivered. "Besides, you are too. And you can't deny that you've been thinking about this for a very long time."

Draco looked down at the beautiful, pliant woman practically offering herself up to him, and felt his resistance -never high to begin with- begin to crumble. "True," he agreed, right before sealing his lips to hers.

She opened her mouth immediately and sucked his tongue into her mouth, twining it with hers and deepening the kiss aggressively. Draco smiled; he'd never expected her to let him do all the work. Although he did begin angling them toward his door, trying to get them to a bed before they got completely overwhelmed.

They never made it. Hermione tugged off his shirt demandingly as the two of them landed on the couch, choosing it as a much more desirable spot than a faraway bed. She immediately began exploring his chest with her hands, fascinated by the play of the muscles beneath the skin as he breathed heavily in and out. Following her example, Draco pulled off her dark-blue-and-silver long-sleeved shirt and tossed it aside, hands immediately going to her bra to unhook it. All of a sudden he paused, looking up at her in question.

"Draco," Hermione panted, "if you stop now I will make sure that there will be no more Malfoy heirs!"

He chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through his chest and into her, and unhooked her bra in one movement and threw it on the floor. Then he sat back and stared at her, unmoving, his eyes roving over her hungrily. His gaze made her a bit uncomfortable, and she moved as if to cover herself up. Draco caught her hands and held them away from her body. "Beautiful," he breathed, leaning down and slowly kissing his way from her collarbone down her chest to one of her full breasts, and dragging his tongue slowly over it.

Hermione arched her back, her breath coming in a surprised gasp. She had never thought that Draco would be such a…thoughtful lover. His cold, mysterious demeanor never gave the impression that he would be anything other than a lover who satisfied his own needs and didn't care about his partner's. Of course, she knew better, from their encounter earlier that week, but…still. She hadn't expected her own needs met so thoroughly.

Oh, it wasn't slow and passionate and loving. It was hard and needy and exactly what they were both looking for. They were naked within a minute and Draco, watching her spread her legs for him, thrust inside her immediately, causing her to arch her back with a delighted moan. He set a fast, hard pace, and she met it, wrapping her arms around his neck and raising her hips to meet his at every thrust.

Draco lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, cupping the breast in his hand. Then he let it go and slid his hand down her stomach, playing with her diamond-studded bellybutton before sliding it even lower, into her slick folds. Seemingly without effort he found and rubbed her clitoris, getting a loud moan and even more fervent thrusting from Hermione.

"Come for me," he growled out, silver eyes locking with brown as Hermione gasped and writhed beneath him, approaching her climax.

Hermione clenched down on him, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. "Not without you," she said, and began fighting to keep his dick within her every time he thrust, clenching him tightly with her hot folds. They approached climax together, but Draco was determined to win. He sped up his hand on her clitoris and was rewarded by the beginnings of her completion. Finally she came, writhing, with a loud moan that might have included Draco's name in it. She clenched tighter than ever around him, and it broke his own self-control, following her over the edge.

It was a long while before either of them felt like moving. Draco had refrained from falling on top of Hermione, mindful of squashing her, and the two of them lay there, breathing harshly in sync. Finally Draco rolled to the side and put his back against the back of the couch, pulled Hermione against him, and murmured a quiet cleaning spell. A flick of his hand summoned a blanket to cover them, and Hermione sighed and snuggled up against him as he put out the lamps. Draco didn't have the energy or inclination to remove himself from her relaxed body, so they fell asleep together, lit only by the fire.


Hermione sighed and shifted, burrowing deeper into Draco's arms as the sun threatened to encroach upon her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and, drawing back slightly, observed her bed-partner as he slept. With his cold grey eyes covered by his long, pale eyelashes and his face relaxed in sleep, he looked even more breathtaking than normal.

Damn, I've fallen hard… But the thought didn't scare her as much as she thought it would. She shifted slightly to get off a sleeping arm, and felt something inside her. With a wicked grin, she realized that Draco had fallen asleep inside her, and that he was sporting a morning erection. Well, this opened an opportunity for fun, yes indeed.

Very carefully, Hermione rolled on top of Draco and began to move, biting her lip as she began to feel the beginnings of arousal in her own body. Strong hands grasped her hips, and she looked down to see amused grey eyes staring up at her.

"What a wonderful way to wake up," Draco commented, before no more words were exchanged for several minutes.

Hermione collapsed on top of him, humming contentedly as the last aftershocks of her orgasm tingled through her system. It was Saturday; she was perfectly content to lie here and let Draco make swirling patterns on her back.

"Fuck, I completely forgot," Draco said suddenly, his hand stilling on her back. "Last night wasn't your first time, was it?"

Hermione shook her head lazily. "No. Victor and I did it a couple times, but even if it had been my first time it wouldn't have hurt. I broke my hymen when I was eleven, falling off a broomstick."

"Oh." The hand resumed making circles. "Well, that's good." There as tinge of something else in his tone.

Hermione propped her chin on his chest, smiling up at his face. "You're not jealous, are you, that Victor took my virginity before you could?"

"Of course not. That's absolutely ridiculous."

Hermione laughed and got off the couch, letting Draco's cock slide out of her with a sigh. "Come on. Breakfast will be over before we get there if we don't hurry."


Sooo... there will probably be only one more chapter after this one. This has been fun to write, but I'm sort of ready for it to be over. I hope you all enjoyed the lovely "alone time" Draco and Hermione got together, and look for the last chapter within the week!