"You heard the professor. We'd better get going before she tries to give us detention." Draco slid his hand into hers, lacing their fingers as he tugged her down the corridor and into the courtyard. He instantly felt at ease once their fingers intertwined. After he finished his shower and traveled to Dubai via port key to attend to one of his best customers he started to feel a bit uneasy, his thoughts constantly travelling back to the witch he hoped would come right back where she belonged. It was only a stroke of luck that Horace was the next one to come calling. He was in a hurry to place an order for Acramantula Venom, as he had gone through his stores while developing a new form of Polyjuice potion that would allow those that drank it to retain certain spider like qualities much like the muggle superhero Spiderman. He'd first seen the character after confiscating a comic book from one of the muggle born students and had been fascinated with it ever since.

"If only you knew," she giggled, shaking her head at the idea. "Dahlia would probably throw us in the dungeon and guard the door until she got what she wanted." They started down the hill toward the Quidditch Pitch, the snowy path half tromped through thanks to the quidditch teams.

Draco arched a brow at her, not quite sure what to make of her words other than she and Sirius' wife must have had quite the chat. "I'm not sure I follow. Care to share your conversation with the professor? " He teased, hoping to pry some information from her.

Hermione blushed furiously thinking her answer through carefully. "The death of my celibacy would be the main topic I suppose. Following the mysterious appearance of your owl with my pictures of course."

This gave Draco pause as he came to realize what she was saying. He assumed the conversation had revolved around him and their activities but this was a bit of a shock. Surely she wasn't serious?

She kept walking as they neared the entrance to the Pitch "Celibacy? You're joking." She had to be. He wasn't a ladies man by any means but there had been a few flings along the way and cute muggle girls from the local pub were known to find their way to his flat from time to time. There was no way she was that prudish.

A blush flamed across her cheeks as she jerked to a halt and sheepishly looked away. "Well not on purpose of course… people see that you work for the ministry and suddenly they give you a wide berth and ive never been one to pursue… self-fulfillment . Besides… after-"

"I swear if you say Weasly I'll go thrash the git myself." He whined, only half joking. The man was a bloody idiot for letting her get away, but here she was with him instead. Maybe he should thank the sodding idiot. Mine.

"The point is; poor Dahlia nearly fainted when she found out I left your flat without taking full advantage of the situation." She remarked snidely. "Especially after two years…"

NO! No! They were fixing this now. Two years was absolutely unacceptable.

"She'd fly into a bout of hysterics if she found out you didn't take advantage of this one too, eh?" He shifted his weight and flashed her a grin as he pulled her behind the monochromatic green fabric of the Slytherin stands. At ground level there was nothing but a set of stairs but if one proceeded past that, only supports and platforms remained, and that's where he planned to take her. His grin grew to Cheshire proportions as the plan formed in his head. "Shall we fix that little celibacy issue of yours?" After kissing along the length of her neck he stepped around her, never releasing her delicate hand.

"Draco we could be caught!" There was that giggle again. He seemed to be a bad influence on Miss Granger. Although in his opinion it happened to be in the best sort of way. He pulled her deeper into the maze of wooden beams, ducking and stepping over them as they reached the halfway point between the Slytherin and Gryffindor sections.

"What's the matter Granger, afraid you'll get caught with your knickers down?" His taunting caused her to trip over a beam buried in the ground, stumbling into him for the second time in in less than forty-eight hours. She braced her hands on his chest to steady herself, glaring up at him.

"Of course I am! I know better than to believe snogging is the only thing on your mind! We could be caught by any number of people Draco!" Her frantic whispers only added to his humor as she tried to keep quiet while expressing her anxiety over the matter.

"Oh, youre quite right." He pulled her closer, hands sliding around her waist beneath the fine Italian wool of his P-coat. Seeing her wearing something of his gave him the oddest feeling of satisfaction. Mine.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, delighted with the way his breath caused her skin to raise in goosebumps, lips parted in a sigh. She wanted him but was too closed off to agree to a tryst in public. He'd have to compromise.

"Hear out my offer little witch…" He grazed her earlobe with his perfectly white teeth as her breath grew shallow. "Let me break your celibacy and I'll court you. Properly. Meet the parents and all." He slunk around behind her, every bit the serpent his house represented, as he whispered the proposal in her ear.

She whirled to face him, copper curls tossing over her shoulder as she blushed, looking up to his stormy grey eyes. "I … I was only joking Draco." She was lying. She wanted to be chased.

Draco continued to circle her, keeping one step beyond her sight as he checked his wrist watch. The timing was nearly perfect. Stopping behind her once more, pressing himself flush against her back, he brushed his lips the length of her neck. "You're a rotten liar, Hermione Granger."

He could feel her whole body shiver as his arm snaked around her waist, fingers finding the hem of her long tunic top. "Draaaco..." his name escaped her lips on a breathy sigh that made him ache. He stroked the strip of skin above the waist of her leggings. He needed her permission, wanted to hear her say it.

"What do you say, little witch? What's your answer?" he took the opportunity to to pull her bottom against him, grinding his full arousal against her well-shaped ass.

"Ye-es!" she nearly choked on the words.

He guided her forward to a chest height beam, her tiny hands immediately clutching the rough wood to steady herself as his hand dove into her lacy knickers, cupping the heat between her thighs. As much as he wanted to draw this out he was on a schedule and that called for some amending of the original event.

"What do you say to me Granger?" He was nearly growling in her ear, thinking back to their younger years and what could have been if he had only known what he was, long fingers pressed to her delicate core.

She complied immediately, whimpering out the nicety. "Please, Draco" Her legs were shaking as he dipped into her heat, burying the length of two fingers inside her, biting down on her shoulder after he pulled the fabric from her skin.

She cried out at the sudden bursts of sensation. Two years was far too long. Dahlia was right, she needed this and there was nothing holding him back as he tormented her body.

Draco curled his fingers and found a rhythm that made her shake violently as he kissed and nipped her neck and shoulder. His heart was pounding out of his chest, meeting hers beat for beat. There were only a few minutes left before it was time to leave. He needed her to finish.

"Come for me Granger." He wasn't even sure she heard him. Her eyes were squeezed shut, one hand brought to her mouth to stifle the strangled moans coming from her lips. He pressed the pad of his thumb to the sensitive nub at the apex of her folds and she practically flooded his fingers, gripping the beam in front of her just to stay standing.

She was close, right on the edge and it. She needed more, just a little more and she would have her release. Draco growled as he heard the sound of leather boots crunching through snow just outside the pitch. Flipping her around he used the beam to brace her back as he dropped to his knees, ripping her leggings and panties to her ankles. He picked her up by her ass and slid her legs over his shoulders as his tongue met her heat. Just as he closed his lips around her clit, she came, and there was no hiding it. The sound ripped from her lungs and echoed around the stands as his tongue continued to work her over in the remaining moments, lapping up everything she gave him until he could hear the entire team just outside the panel they were hiding behind.

He wiped his chin with the sleeve of his suit jacket and quickly gathered her up just in time to apparate as the fabric panel was being pulled back, threatening to reveal them to the entire Ravenclaw team.

Through the haze of her orgasm there were only two things that she could think of; the deep ache for more and that an entire bloody Ravenclaw team nearly caught her as Draco so lovingly put it 'With her knickers down'.

If it weren't for the way he'd held her so protectively as they apparated she'd throttle him. They reformed on the snow covered terrace of his London flat. The glass door unlocked and slid open of its own accord while he carried her inside and sat her carefully on the kitchen counter. She wasn't expecting him to kiss her so tenderly, but his lips molded to hers, warming her from the inside out. Her eyes flew open in sudden clarity and she punched him square in the shoulder.

"You had that planned from the beginning didn't you?!" crossing her arms over her chest she leveled a glare on him so intense it may as well have burned a hole through him and the cabinets backing him.

Draco's laugh rumbled deep as he rubbed his shoulder and smirked, unintimidated by her annoyance. "Actually it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Ill admit once I found out what your conversation with Dahlia revolved around I couldn't help myself. On the way to her classroom I took a peek at the practice schedule for the pitch and everything fell together from there. I honestly didn't expect to go as far as we did but you asked for it."

She struck him again, this time shimmying off the counter, pulling her knickers and leggings back to their correct positions, she paced the length of the island. "Are you mad?! What if they saw us?! They were right there just as I…" She clasped a hand over her gaping mouth to shocked to actually utter the words.

"Just as you what, little witch?" his eyes took on that stormy quality again as he approached her, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "Just as you came on my tongue?"

Her whole body flushed with heat, her cheeks flaming rose as she gaped at him. An entire quidditch team of adolescents had heard her orgasm. By all means she should feel ashamed and embarrassed but the look in Malfoy's eyes only made her want to do it again. He'd turned her from a perfectly respectable young woman into a sex crazed harlot. She should be angry at him, not swooning after him. What on earth was wrong with her…

Draco slipped a slender finger beneath her chin, interrupting her thoughts. "Thank you." He kissed her tenderly, just the slightest brush of his lips against her own.

"What on earth for?" She was honestly perplexed and still a bit miffed.

As Draco pulled away she watched an enormous grin spread across his face, the heat of his touch still lingering on her skin. "For agreeing to let me court you."

They were interrupted as a panel in the hallway began unfolding from the wall. Three shelves of various small objects on satin cushions decorated its surface. One of the objects in the middle, a miniature jade Buddha, glowed softly. He cursed and places a kiss to the crown of her head. "Looks like work calls, kitten. I'll be back shortly, will you wait for me?" He asked already striding for the tiny statue as the sound of his dress shoes on the tile floor disappeared. "I promise I'll explain later."

For a moment she thought about questioning him then remembered her ruined knickers, she wondered if there was another change of clothes in her bag. Hermione's heart skipped a beat…her bag. She frantically looked about, hoping to see it casually tossed aside in some obscure place, and she had a feeling that's exactly what had happened to it.

She inhaled sharply at the screech of an owl on the terrace. She immediately recognized the auburn and silver barn owl, Dahlia's Owl… She impatiently plucked the note from its beak absentmindedly tossing it a treat as she read the pretty script handwriting.

My Dear Miss Granger-

It has come to my attention that an item that may belong to you was left on the pitch this afternoon. It is in my possession if you would like to identify and claim it. Come to my office again or if you would prefer a cozier environment you could come to Grimmauld Place for tea. On a side not, Sirius and Nathaniel would love to see you again. Please let me know. I look forward to hearing from you my dear assistant.

Regards,

Professor Dahlia Black

PS- You should be glad you are no longer in school as your illicit activities have expulsion written all over them. I'm Proud of you.

The note fluttered across the terrace in the wake of her apparation, sticking to the glass of the sliding door.