A/N: Mature content ahead. You've been warned.
Draco flung open his door with a relieved sigh. "Get in here. I've been so worried."
Hermione barely had time to step one foot in the door before he'd pulled her into a bone crushing hug. "You're awfully dressed up for this time of night," she said, pulling away with a smirk at his suit and tie.
"I just got home not five minutes ago," he answered. "I was afraid you'd already stopped by and left when I wasn't here."
"That's what you're so worried about?" she asked. "You should know that I would have left a note."
"I was actually just checking for one," he said.
"Yes, well, I'm sorry, but I had to wait forever for Ginny to fall asleep," Hermione said. She walked over to his kitchen, and snagged a couple bottles of water from the fridge.
"How's your leg feeling?" Draco asked as she joined him in the living room.
"Never better." She plopped down on the couch, snuggling into his side. "I had the best damn healer at St. Mungo's, you know." She felt his rumbling laugh in his chest.
He flung an arm around her shoulders, and she cuddled in closer. "You know I worry."
"Draco, there was no need," she scolded.
"You fell off of a stage at a strip club," he practically growled. "What were you even doing up there?"
"It wasn't even a big deal," Hermione said. "They wanted the bride, Ginny freaked, so I stepped up. That's what a maid of honor is for."
"Hmmm, somehow I don't recall 'dancing with strippers' in the maid of honor rulebook," Draco mused. "Out of curiosity, however, what song did you dance to?"
"Draco, I already told you," Hermione huffed. "I didn't dance! I sat in a chair, and he danced around me!"
"Humor me, darling," he purred in her ear. "Let me imagine your striptease. What song was it? Maybe I can play it, and you can give me a private performance."
"You want me to strip for you?" Hermione couldn't deny that the thought was very intriguing. "I'm not sure if you could afford me, and I highly doubt that you have Def Leppard in your music collection."
"Oh, how quickly she forgets our 'Love Bites' duet in the shower," he mocked. "Truly, you wound me. Now… how much for a dance, pretty lady?"
"I have a much more interesting idea," she said as she sat up.
"Oh, you do? What could be more interesting than you getting naked for me?"
Hermione grinned. "You get naked for me."
"No deal," he said. "I mean, really, love, you say I can't afford you? I've seen what you make -"
"What? How?"
"Not important." He shook his head. "Regardless, you cannot afford me."
"Okay, well, first of all, we'll be revisiting you peeking at my finances another time," she said. "Second of all, this will be purely for my entertainment."
Draco wasn't moved. "What, so you can laugh at me? I don't think so."
Hermione tried another route. "Did I mention that that stripper sort of looked like you?"
"Hermione…" he warned.
"He did! He wasn't nearly as handsome or sexy though, like a cheap knockoff. I want you to show me how the real thing would do it." Hermione sat back and watched as Draco carefully mulled over her words in his mind.
"No laughing?" he asked a moment later.
"I'll do my best," she said.
"Fine," he said. "But if I do this, you're going to owe me big time."
"Baby, I'll make that weekend we spent in Sardinia pale in comparison," Hermione said with a wink, then laughed when Draco's eyes bugged out.
He jumped up from the couch, and rushed over to his stereo. Hermione was sure that he was going over dance moves in his head as he rifled through his CD collection. Finally, he found whatever one he was looking for, and carefully placed it in the player. Hermione burst into laughter as "Pour Some Sugar On Me" erupted from the speakers, and Draco quickly hit the Pause button.
"You said no laughing," he pouted.
Hermione stifled her giggles. "I'm sorry. It wasn't at you, love. It was the music."
"Should I pick a different song?" he asked.
"No, no, it's great!" she assured him. He hit play, restarting the song.
Draco placed himself in the middle of the living room floor standing with his back to her. He slowly began rolling his hips. His arms were clenched into fists at his sides, but as the drums kicked in, he thrust them into the air, and turned to face her.
Under normal circumstances, Hermione would have immediately dissolved into more laughter, but there was nothing normal or funny about the way Draco was walking towards her. His face was serious and seductive as he loosened his tie. With a quick spin, he tossed the tie into the air, letting it flutter to the floor. Then he began to work on his shirt. He rolled his hips with each button that came undone, and Hermione's eyes were glued to his hands, wetting her lips when he rubbed his gyrating abs. He turned his back to her again while he removed his shirt, one shoulder first, then the other, complimented by a saucy wink before it joined the tie on the floor.
"You're awfully good at this," she teased.
"How do you think I paid my way through med school?" he quipped back with a nice hip thrust in her direction.
"Oh, yes, the poor little rich boy had to strip his way through college that he never attended?" Hermione laughed.
Draco grinned. "I know. That joke never gets old." His smile faltered, and he paused. "Question. Since you're the stripper expert, how does one take off their shoes in a sexy way?"
"One doesn't," she chuckled. "Just kick them off."
He did as she said, then continued to dance. He spun around, grabbing his own ass, then executed a perfect body roll, dropping down to his knees. He crawled the few steps that it took to reach Hermione on the couch, then pulled himself up. He perched one leg beside her as he rolled his crotch near her face, then put his leg down to sit on her lap, grinding himself onto her. He stood facing her, toying with his belt buckle as he swiveled his hips.
"You want to do my trousers?" Draco asked.
"With pleasure," she said eagerly.
Hermione's eyes never left his as she took her time undoing his belt followed by the button and zipper. She hitched her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and tugged them down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Licking her lips, she gave his cock a few teasing strokes.
"You know, as the stripper expert, I should tell you that touching the dancers is highly frowned upon," she joked.
"Oh, I'm willing to make an exception if you are," he said.
"Good," she said. "Because I don't think that I can keep my hands to myself much longer." And with that, she grasped his cock, and took him in her mouth.
Hermione bobbed her head up and down, giving him a few good long sucks, and rolled her tongue around the tip. She flattened her tongue and teased the little triangular patch just below the head. Draco groaned and fisted his hands in her hair.
"You're so fucking amazing," he panted.
In return for the compliment, Hermione slapped his bare arse, and he thrusted hard into her mouth allowing her to take him deeper.
"Up. Now." Draco commanded, and she happily obliged, releasing his cock with a loud smack. Draco flipped her around to face the couch, and pushed her torso down. Hermione hiked the bottom of her dress up to her waist, and Draco ripped her thong down to her ankles.
"Ready?" he growled.
"Fuck, yes!" she nearly screamed.
Draco thrust his cock deep inside of her, and began pounding into her. One of his hands snaked around to rub at her clit, while the other grasped onto her breast for balance. Hermione clutched onto the cushions to keep herself from face-planting into the couch as she met his furious pace. Gods, she'd needed this ever since the blonde magician had teased her on that stage, then Draco teasing her further at the hospital. If she could have taken him there on that crinkly, paper-covered patient bed, she would have.
"I'm close," she breathed out, focusing on the pressure of his fingers on her clit, and the weight of his sac slapping against her.
Hermione found her release with five more strokes, and soon after Draco tightened up deep inside of her and found his own with a loud grunt. He leaned down to rain kisses on the nape of her neck as the last waves of her orgasm crashed over her. They both collapsed on the couch, and Draco ran a hand up her tingling thigh.
"Shit, that was fast," he sighed.
Hermione chuckled. "Sadly, fast is all I have time for. I need to head back before anyone wakes up, and notices I'm gone."
"I'm off tomorrow, so I can come by once they leave if you want," Draco said, nuzzling her neck.
"Maybe, I'll let you know." Hermione paused. "I think I'm going to tell Ginny tomorrow, about you, I mean."
Draco sat up, suddenly much more alert. "Are you sure? You don't have to. I didn't mean to put pressure on you earlier."
"Ah, are you ashamed of me now? Don't want to be known as my boyfriend?" Hermione gave him a wry smile.
"You know that's not the case at all," he said. "I just know how you feel about your friends knowing, and I don't want you to tell them until you're really ready."
"That's the thing, Draco," she said. "I think I am."
"Well," he said. "Hallelujah."
With a little laugh, Hermione stood and stretched. "I have to go. I'll let you know if and when it's okay to come by."
Draco stood as well, pulling her into a hug, and giving her a deep, long kiss that made her wish she could say "sod it all" and go curl up in his bed with him. She knew she couldn't, however, not with her flat packed with Ginny and her friends. So with one more kiss for the road, Hermione walked across to the courtyard, and apparated back to the bathroom of her flat. She changed back to her pjs, gave a quick check to make sure that everyone was still sleeping peacefully, then crawled into her bed to try and get a little bit of sleep before having to face Ginny in the morning.
