A/N: Sexual content warning. Enjoy that ;)

This chapter and last chapter were really fun for me to write so I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Chapter Ten

A tickling on my face wakes me up from my dead sleep. My eyes feel crusty as I rub them. I feel sticky and unwashed and my back is sore even though I'm laying on my stomach. I open my sleep-heavy eyes and a view of smooth, chocolatey skin and straight black lashes immediately greet me. The face of the one and only Blaise Zabini. His boyish breath tickles my nose and I note that this is the source of my stirring. I realize as I wake more fully that we've managed to fall asleep on the floor of the common room.

'That explains the sore back... What the hell did we do last night? I remember taking a puff off that joint but its all blurry from there. At least we're both fully clothed. Where's Draco?'

I try to push myself up from my stomach only to feel a weight on my lower half, trapping me down. I turn my stiff neck to look over my shoulder and nearly choke on a strangled laugh.

'Well, I guess I found him.' I snort. Draco's long arms are wrapped around my hips and one of his hands has found its way up my shirt. His face is pressed against my bum like some sort of makeshift pillow. His fine, blonde hair is mussed and his petal pink lips are hanging open. The rest of his body is sprawled over one of my legs, explaining why I can't get up. I wriggle my bottom around to wake him and he groans groggily.

"Draco!" I whisper-shout. "Draco, get up and stop using my arse a pillow!" I giggle and continue to shimmy my behind.

He groans and squeezes my hips tighter. "But its so comfortable...Why are you always waking me up so early? It's so meeeeean." He whines.

I reach my arm back to him and fuss up his hair up even more. "I'm sorry. We have class today. Get up and I'll make you some tea." I say to coax him awake. "And wake up Zabini, will you?"

He mumbles something about Zabini and starts to untangle himself from me. "Fine but I want that tea, wench." He smacks my arse and I yelp. I shoot him a glare as I get up and make my way to our kitchenette to make the three of us tea.

Draco scoots over to Zabini and starts whispering in his ear in a faux feminine voice. "Blaise, my sweet, wake up. If you get up, I'll give you a little present." He coos and trails one of his manicured nails over Zabini's eyelids.

Blaise mumbles dreamily. "Five more minutes, Luna. The nargles are fighting me... " he trails off, still half asleep. Draco starts snickering.

'Luna? Lovegood? Bloody hell. I'm not sure I even want to know.' I shake my head as the kettle whistles and I pull out some mismatched tea mugs.

"Oi! Up, Zabini!" Draco shouts in his ear. Blaise screams and bolts up.

"Fucking prick... " he mumbles to Draco as he picks himself up off the carpet.

"So it's Lovegood now, is it? Didn't know you were into freaky chits like her. What kind of things does she say while you're shagging her? I can only imagine..." Draco cringes at his own question and Blaise simply replies with his middle finger.

Blaise stretches and looks in my direction. He sniffs appreciatively. "Is that tea you're making, Granger? You're a godsend."

The boys come to sit at the breakfast bar as I hand them their tea. "Hope you like Earl Grey, Zabini. Its the only kind the houselves stock here. Must have something to do with him." I nod towards Draco and my petulant lover scowls as he blows on his tea.

Blaise laughs. "You as well, huh? It's the only kind we had while he was living in the Slytherin dorms too. Bloody Malfoys thinking they own the place." he smirks. "Hope you don't mind me falling asleep here, Granger. I don't think I was in any state to go back to my own dorm."

I fan a hand at him and smile. "It's no trouble. You're not bad company."

"I live here too, you know." Draco interjects. Blaise only snorts at him and I continue drinking my tea.

"Mind if I shower here? I don't have time to go back to the dungeons." Blaise asks.

"Sure. But only after me. I'll head up now so you have time." Blaise nods in thanks and Draco scowls again. I pat his cheek affectionately and make my way upstairs to shower.

—

Draco's POV

'She has me by the balls and she knows it. Wretched vixen... At least she can brew a proper cup of Earl Grey.'

I finish my cup and turn to Blaise. "So Lovegood, huh?"

"So Granger, huh?" He mimics.

"You already knew about that. Don't be thick." I say unsmiling.

He shrugs and replies. "It just happened, okay? Don't ask me how because I really don't know. I... like her. She's weird, yes. But I enjoy being with her. I never get bored listening to her talk..."

I snicker. "Fine. But she's more than weird, mate. She's completely barmy." I state simply.

He scowls and looks away. "She is cute, though. I'll give her that. Her hair's almost as pretty as mine..." I add condescendingly.

Zabini chortles. "Not right now it's not. You look like you've just been through a wind storm, Draco." I sneer at the annoying sod and smooth down my hair. "Oh and I'll need to borrow some of your robes." He says smiling. I don't answer him.

He starts snickering. "What?" I grind out.

"I can only imagine what we looked like all passed out together like that. Some bloody menage a trois, I bet."

I grimace at his unsavory remark. "As kinky as that sounds, Blaise, Malfoys don't share. I don't share... except the occasional set of robes when a mate's in need."

He grins. "No worries, my friend. I'm not out to steal your girl. Sorry about getting in your way last night. What with her offering up her virginity to you like that. I'm surprised you hadn't already sealed the deal, though."

I look at him sideways. "It was unavoidable. Inconvenient. But unavoidable. I don't blame you." I purposely don't comment on his last statement.

He nods and grins again. "How 'bout her rolling that perfect spliff, though, huh? She's clearly been around the block a few times. Wouldn't have guessed it from the looks of her. Bookworm Granger and all that. Guess she's got a bit of a bad streak after all."

I can't help but grin at this. "Bad streak... Yes. She's is full of surprises." I shake my head as I recall all the bad things she's been doing lately.

"You going to dish or are you just going to keep grinning all secretively?" Blaise asks.

I waggle my finger at him. "A gentleman never kisses and tells, Zabini."

"Oh you're no fun." He smirks. "You are many things, Draco Malfoy, but a gentleman is not one of them. And yes you do kiss and tell. Very descriptively as I recall. But that was... before Granger."

"So it was." I agree with a shrug just as Hermione trots downstairs and into the kitchen. She looks between us as we sit quietly.

"Talking about me, were you?" She asks knowingly. 'Never misses a beat, does she? That's my girl.'

"I decline to answer that." I quip as I sweep over her freshly showered body. Flushed skin, damp hanging curls, eyes bright and awake. Delicious. 'Makes me want to devour her right here.'

"Stop it." She says warningly.

"Fine." I smirk.

Blaise clears his throat. "Well I'm going to go shower before you two jump each other right in front of me. Have fun while I'm away, children." He jumps off the stool and prances upstairs.

"You didn't dry your hair." I state once Blaise is gone.

"Forgot." She replies smiling. She walks over and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

I hear the shower running and decide to take advantage of the moment as I lick her upper lip and deepen the kiss. She immediately retreats from me and I frown.

"We don't have time for that right now. We need to talk." She explains apologetically.

I cross my arms and reply. "If we must."

"Something happened last night. Before I came back here." She seems worried and I don't like it at all.

"Go on." I say and nod for her to proceed.

"I meant to tell you before but we... got distracted. Ron found out about us. I told him. He was drunk. It was so bad. But he was being such a prick. It happened before I really understood what I was doing. I shouldn't have told him the way I did. It was... inelegant. I don't know if he will keep quiet but I think Harry will convince him to anyways. So we don't have to worry about the whole school knowing... yet. If I know Ron at all, which I do, the pressure to keep quiet will eventually be too much and he will burst at the worst possible time. I'm telling you this so you can be prepared. I'm sorry." She winces and waits for... my anger probably. But I'm not angry. Annoyed, yes. Disappointed even. But not angry. Not at her.

"It's okay." I say neutrally.

"What?" She says befuddled, not expecting this reaction.

I chuckle. "I said it's okay. We'll deal with it when the time comes. Thank you for warning me."

"Oh. That was easier than I thought it would be."

I smile at the silly bird and gesture her over to me. "Now come here and kiss me like you mean it."

—

'This class could not be more dull. I'd much rather be shagging Granger.' I think to myself in Charms as Blaise scribbles on his parchment next to me. In my robes too. Luckily for him, we have about the same frame.

At least Hermione was right about her stupid weasle of a friend. He hasn't appeared to have told anyone. Hasn't stopped him from sending his offensive, ginger glares my way at every opportunity. I'll be expecting some confrontation from the imbecile soon. 'Finally. The opportunity to beat the shit out his ugly mug.' I think happily.

I continue to doodle pictures all over my charms notes and completely ignore the lesson being taught.

—

"Well if it isn't the little ferret." A droll voice say behind me. The hallway is strangely deserted, I note.

I roll my eyes and turn around. 'How predictable. Oh and the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Annoy has joined us too. Lovely.'

"Something you need? If it's money, you won't be getting any from me, Weasley. I don't do charity." I say boredly. His fists clench at his sides and his face turns an ugly red. Potter simply looks on, apparently unwilling to get involved. 'Smart boy.' I smirk.

"You slimy little- I'll never understand it. What could she possibly want with you." Weasley spits.

I grin. "Would you like me to explain it to you?" I ask smugly. He turns an even fouler shade of red and starts sputtering. 'This is too easy.'

"You disgusting son of a-"

"Whoa there, Weasley. No need to bring my mother into this. Wasn't she the one to save your little friend from Voldy? However unfortunate that may be..."

He makes a strangled noise that I can only assume is a battle cry of sorts and pulls out his wand. 'Well that escalated quickly.'

"Reducto!" He aims at me.

I flex one hand in front of me and the spell does nothing, though it would have hit me dead on if I wasn't so advanced in Aunt Bella's 'teaching'. They both stand there with astonished looks.

I make a swiping motion with the same hand and the weasle's wand flies from him and clatters twenty feet away. He takes a step back unconsciously.

"Wha- " he sputters, wide eyed.

I wiggle my fingers and look from my hand to him. "Wandless magic." I state with a smug smile. "Neat, isn't it?"

They stay frozen. I look to Potter who still has his wand. "Would you like to have a go as well?" I ask completely serious, having no reason to deny myself practice from a willing participant.

He sighs. "No, Malfoy, I would not. You crazy, pureblooded freak." He says it without any contempt, which is new. He almost seems amused. "I think we both know how that would end."

I laugh coldy. "Yes. We do."

"Okay. We'll just be leaving then. Right, Ron." Potter turns to the idiotic ginger boy who still looks shocked.

"R- right." He snaps out his trance and glares at me. "This isn't over." He states lamely.

I roll my eyes again. "Of course. Now shoo. Follow your little lover boy, Weasley." I clip patronizingly and wave them away.

'Idiots. Why has Hermione stuck with them all these years?'

—

After dinner I try not to skip back to the common room like a prepubescent girl. I almost succeed. Anyone who would have seen me head to the sixth floor tonight, would surely think a first year girl was polyjuiced as the Malfoy heir. I might be embarrassed by it. That is, if I even gave a fig about what anyone thought. Luckily, I do not.

I stop in front of the portrait entrance and wait for our password keeper to come out of her hiding. She climbs down from a forefront tree and smiles shyly.

"You're looking lovely this evening, Femke. Quite radiant." I charm the owner of the portrait. The young girl smiles again and requests the password.

"Ognadae Ognadae." I say.

"Enjoy your treat." She whispers and bows with a mischievous smile then flees the painting lithely.

'Well isn't she talkative today. I can barely get two words out of the girl usually.'

I climb through the open portrait and begin the hunt for my 'treat'.Not in the common room. Not in the kitchenette. Nor the study. Not even in her room.

I find her in my room. Bent over a parchment on my desk with her delectable rear in view. I quietly walk to her and fondle her delicately rounded bum then give it a squeeze. She gasps and straightens at my touch. I step closer and grind my pelvis into her soft backside. She moans and arches back.

"Going through my things, Granger? How rude." I tease.

"I wasn't. I promise. Just going over this potions essay you left out." She says breathily.

"Mmmm? Is that so? Well I think at the very least you owe me an apology. For coming into my room without permission, you know."

"Is that what you want? An apology? Or do you want... something else?" She chides and grinds further into me.

I turn her around and slam my lips to hers. She opens her mouth to me and eases her head back to allow me full entrance. I delve in without any restraints and kiss her like no one else in the world ever could. She moans into my mouth and I break away.

"You're right." I huff. "I don't want an apology. I want to fuck you senseless, Granger." She whimpers in response and I take that as all the permission I need from her.

"If we do this, you need to trust me. Okay?" She nods frantically and waits for me to continue.

"Get on the bed." I command. Her eyes widen and with flushed cheeks she obeys. She crawls to the center, sitting up, waiting.

"Take off your clothes." She blushes again and arts undressing. Her socks come off first and she throws them towards the door which I walk over to and slam shut. I turn back to her and her top is already off and laying at my feet. She smirks and starts to unzip her school skirt. She slips out of it and is now clad only in a matching set of silky turquoise bra and panties. They're trimmed with thick black lace and look simply ravishing on her. I want nothing more than to tear them off.

"Stop." I say smirking. "I'll do the rest." She grins and rests her hands in her lap.

I gracefully walk over to the bed and climb on top of her. Kneeling on either side of her legs. I reach back and undo the hooks of her bra and throw the fabric across the room. She gasps as I press my hand to her sternum and force her back. I gaze down at her topless body laying under me. Her breasts evoke a strong emotion that I can't quite identify. They're perky and round and her coral colored nipples point proudly towards the sky. I reach out my hands and grasp the plump little handfuls. I squeeze them tenderly and a sigh escapes her lips. If I let myself, I could get lost in the feeling of her breasts but I have other plans. I let them go and fixate on her cinnamon irises that seem to exude sultry need.

I climb backwards to the foot of the bed and kneel again. I grab the lacy black trim of her knickers and slowly force them down and off. Completely naked and under my will, she looks up at me. I gaze at her pristine, hairless quim and feel my desire purr.

"Open your legs." She parts them a little, her face red. I begin to harden.

"Wider." She complies with a whimper and her damp nether lips open to me. A glistening rose at the soft center of her body. I lick my lips and feel my cock start to strain in my trousers.

"A little wider." She moans and stretches her legs apart even more.

"Good. Now touch yourself." I say with confidence this time, knowing these requests don't offend her.

Gods, when she presses her small fingers to the pearly nub at her center I almost come right there. She begins to circle it and I bite back a groan just as one escapes her mouth. She stops stimulating her clit for a moment to finger herself slowly. She slips her middle finger in and I hiss, extremely aroused at the sight. Another finger disappears into her rosy heat and starts to pump in and out. She purrs as she grinds into her own hand and I know I won't be able to take much more of this. Her hips come up to meet her fingers rhythmically.

"Stop." I command in a hoarse voice, painfully hard. "I want you to come while I'm inside you." She only moans and removes her fingers. I quickly grab my wand and point it to her belly as I mutter a contraceptive charm.

I deftly undress myself, letting my clothes fall in a heap to the ground. I pull off my boxers and hiss again at the sweet release of my cock from its confinement. I climb on top of her and kiss her hungrily while savoring the intoxicating sweetness of her lips. I break away and stare down at her sweet, freckled face.

"It's going to hurt." I inform her calmly.

"I've been told as much." She replies quietly with a nod. "Please... I'm ready. I need you inside me." She pleas.

I kiss her again sensually and hold one of her legs open. I break the kiss and position the tip of my cock at her soft entrance. She closes her eyes and I look down at our joining as I press forward into her slick softness. My tip is in and she whimpers at the pain. She's so tight and I'm not even halfway in. I groan. It feels exceptionally amazing but I know it must hurt like hell for her. I stay still and let her regain herself.

"It hurts but I can handle it. Keep going." She commands in a strangled voice.

"I'm going to do it all at once, okay." I manage to get out. She shakes her head in agreement.

I grip her thigh tighter as my other hand holds onto the bed frame. With one hard thrust I surge into her and break through her firm virginity. She cries out in a clearly pained voice and I'm teetering dangerously close to the precipice of orgasm. My body is tense and sweaty and it takes every ounce of strength I have to not come at that moment. I'm fully inside her and I look down again and see the proof of what I've just done. A small trickle of crimson blood runs down her lips and onto my bedspread. I almost feel ashamed. The sight takes the edge off my almost orgasm and I am oddly grateful. Now I'm confident that I can last long enough to make her come too. I hear her moan underneath me and look up to her.

Her eyes fly open and they're full of unfulfilled desire. "Im okay now. Keep going. Oh, pleeeease keep going." She preens out.

I don't need to be told twice and with a grin I start to move inside her. "Ohhhh..." She moans. I pull back all the way and slam into her once more. She screams.

"More. Gods, Draco. More!" I thrust into her fully, over and over. Slowly speeding up the pace. I'm moaning with her at every stroke and I can't remember any sex ever feeling this good. Her hips thrust up to meet my strokes and she yelps as I start to hit that elusive spot within her.

"Ohmygodsohmygodsoh- ! Faster, Draco!" I grip behind her knees and force them forward and really start pounding into her. I feel her tense up and her moans turn into frantic whimpers. I reach down and smack her arse as I thrust relentlessly into her.

"Come, Hermione! Come!" I grind out between bared teeth. She tenses up even more and with a throaty wail she falls over the edge her orgasm. She's frantically jerking herself onto me and I can feel the rippling of her inner walls and it's all need to fall over the edge with her. I let my body do all the work as my mind goes completely somewhere else. Our collective cries fill the room. After I finish coming inside her and fall down from my orgasm, I look at her sated face and collapse onto her chest, still inside her.

We both pant heavily and bask in our post coital bliss. She wraps her arms around me and plays with the hair at my nape. I feel her breathing become laboured and roll off to lay next to her. I turn to her and rest my face in the crook of her neck.

"That was the most incredible thing I've ever done." Hermione states breathlessly.

I chuckle into her neck and trail my fingers over her smooth breasts. "Likewise." I lazily reply.

"Is it always like that?" She asks, speculating.

I shake my head into her. "No. Definitely not." I contend flatly. "Give me fifteen minutes and we can see if round two is just as good."

I feel her grin and I look up. "You're insatiable."

"And you fucking love it." I grin back and bite her ear.

End of Draco's POV