After coming back up, Hermione allowed herself a bit more of soaking and doing laps before climbing out of the pool. She don on one of the fluffy bathrooms that were conveniently hanging in the corner and gathered her uniform. It felt slightly wicked making her way back to her dormitory knowing that she was completely in the nude under the robe but it made no sense putting dirty clothes on after her bath and she hadn't brought clean ones with her.

Wand gripped in her hand, Hermione was ready to charm or hex at the drop of a pin. Luckily, most students had finished their dinner and were in their dormitories at this time. She did not encounter anyone, not even a ghost, or worst Peeves.

She sighed with relief as she finally made it into the Head's Common Room. The warmth created by the fire in the fireplace was a nice escape from the chill of the hallways.

"Well, well, well… look who was out past curfew."

Hermione jumped at Draco's deep voice. Her eyes dart around the room and found him lounging on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He stared at her with heavy, silver eyes. Still in his uniform, he looked ruffled from the day.

"I was in the Prefect's bathroom," Hermione replied casually.

His eyes dropped to where she was holding her clothes to her chest.

Hermione's heart quickened as he got up and advanced towards her with the grace of a predator. His hand gently took hold of her wrists and lifted them above her head, causing her to drop her clothes. His nose brushed against the side of her neck as he inhaled her scent. Hermione ached to feel his lips. Her nipples, taunt from the cold from her walk back, strained sensitively against her robe, begging for attention. She arched her body so that it was in contact with his.

"You missed patrol tonight," he murmured. "How shall I punish you?"

Hermione groaned. "You're already punishing me." She tried to press her body harder against his but he pulled away, just slightly out of her reached.

Holding her hands together with one of his, he pulled at her robe stash with his free hand. Hermione gasped as her robe fell open. "Look at you, all wrapped up. Is this present for me?" He whispered huskily in her ear as he caressed her naked thigh, slowly up her ribs, before cupping her breast. Hermione sighed with pleasure.

When she didn't respond to his question, Draco's hand fell away and Hermione whimpered in protest. "Tell me, Hermione," he murmured, lips grazing gratuitously against the side of her neck, his long fingers sliding up her thigh causing little shivers of pleasure.

"Please, Draco," Hermione squirmed, parting her legs in hopes he'd touch achy core. Her unmet satisfaction from earlier in the library came back all at once, demanding, craving, lusting.

His hand tightened around hers to the point where it almost hurt. "Not until you tell me, Hermione," his warm breath tickled her slightly, his voice almost cruel. "What were you thinking, running around at night, with nothing on under this bathrobe. Did you know you made me worry when you didn't show up tonight? I thought something had happened to you." His voice was still soft, but she could hear the anger, restrained in the back.

A little bit of reality cut through Hermione's haze. Draco Malfoy was worried about her? "Punish me," she whispered, seeing the situation as it was. Although Draco was the one holding her hands together, she was in control. She had the power to give him the permission to touch her. "Punish me for being a wicked girl, running around naked, with a wetness between the thighs." Draco lifted his silver eyes to meet her amber ones. Hermione never felt more understood. He let go of her wrists and she wrapped them around him, meeting him for a hungry kiss.

Hermione drank him in like a thirsty woman being denied water all her life. His mouth was hard, his lips soft, his tongue all velvet like a snake dancing with hers. He groaned as Hermione placed her hand where he's been denying her. She could feel his shaft, hard and demanding against the constraints of his pants. Letting go of him, but still holding onto the kiss, Hermione, blindly undid his belt first. She could feel his desire as he deepened the kiss, demanding more, bruising her lips. She undid the button and the zipper, his shaft sprung out, tenting in his boxers. Pulling away from the kiss, with gentle hands, she pushed his pants and underwear down so that he can be free.

Malfoy groaned as she took him in her hands, carefully at first, then cupping his balls in one hand, she began stroking him, her thumb teasing his tip, rubbing the sticky tear that had form down onto the sides. Squeezing him in her hand, Hermione watched Malfoy. His eyes were shut tight and his jaws clenched in restraint. "Why have you been denying me?" She whispered, pressing kisses to his face, quickening her strokes. His hand reached out cupping and squeezing, one on her breast, one on her backside.

"Because you're too good for me," he groaned out.

Hermione froze, hand in mid-stroke. "What do you mean?"

"How can I demand anything from you? I've done terrible things and could've done worst. For your part in stopping that, I can give you all that you need and it won't be enough." She knew he was referring to his past as a Death Eater. If they hadn't brought Voldemort down, where would Draco be now?

"But it gives me pleasure to give you pleasure," Hermione replied, squeezing harder, resuming her strokes. She was keenly aware of the strange feelings that were creeping in her heart, touched by Draco's words.

His body flinched in protest when her hands released him. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her body aching for the warm, hard shaft poking against her soft stomach. She began trailing kisses down his neck, her hands unbuttoning his shirt as she went. When she brushed over his heart, she could've sworn she felt the rapid beat against her lips. Slowly she moved down his body, her tongue and mouth drifting slowly over his ribs and down his lean abs, she kissed the sides of his inner thighs. When she was on her knees, she looked up at him. He gazed at her, lips slightly parted. His eyes were glowing, silver orbs in the warmth of torchlight.

Watching him, Hermione took him in and savored the saltiness that was Draco.