Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! I hope you like this one as well! It is rated M for a reason.


Hermione slowly woke up, forgetting where she was at first. The steady breathing underneath her quickly reminded her what she had done the night before—and if that didn't, how sore she was certainly would have. Moving her arm to grasp his torso, she snuggled down further onto his chest.

Her leg was wrapped around his, and the blanket covering both of them but leaving his chest exposed. Her eyes open, she gently let her fingers trace patterns on his chest.

This felt nice. This felt like two people who had no complicated history. She felt nearly giddy with excitement. Looking up at him, she marveled at how innocent he looked when he slept—he never looked that innocent when his eyes were open.

"Why are you staring at me?" He murmured.

She giggled, the sound raspy, "I was thinking about how innocent you look when you're sleeping."

"Don't tell anyone." He grumbled, pulling her closer to him. She sighed, laying back down on his chest, "What do you have to do today?"

"Going to Ginny's" She was keeping her sentences short because her throat hurt—how much yelling had she done?

"Why?" He asked, his eyes still closed.

"So we can talk about you."

He chuckled, opening his eyes, "I'll pop by later so I can see to her arm."

"I can go?" She asked.

"Yes, I want more sleep and you look wide awake." He said, closing his eyes again.

"I'll see you soon then." She said, kissing his jaw before sitting up, "When's our next date?"

"I have business meetings with Malfoy Enterprises all week after work— I have the sitter staying here all week with Scorpius." He admitted, "Wednesday—it'd have to be a late dinner?"

She nodded, "Scorpius coming back here tonight?"

"Yes—otherwise I'd persuade you to stay."

.

Hermione quickly got a shower in her own apartment before heading over to Ginny's house. As soon as she stepped in, she could smell the eggs and bacon. Ginny was sitting at a bar stool with a mimosa.

"Morning Ginny." Hermione said.

"Oh my god your voice!" Ginny said with a large grin, "You have to tell me everything."

Hermione blushed, "Where's Harry?"

"Bathroom—I haven't told him so you are going to have that honor." Ginny said, "But how was it?"

"It was incredible." Hermione said, opening a cabinet and getting a tea cup and a packet of Throat Healing Tea.

"The throat healing ones are right next to the Scream Tea—George's idea of a joke."

Hermione made sure she had the right tea bag before making herself a cup, heating it up with her wand.

"Give me details!" Ginny said.

"He talks a lot during sex." Hermione said with a blush.

"Saying how he is going to have his wicked way with you?"

"The date was perfect—he took me to an aquarium."

"I don't care about the date—I care about the sex." Ginny said.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, coming around the corner.

"Hermione had a date." Ginny said, and Hermione glared at her.

"Who did you have a date with?" Harry asked, looking excited.

"You're not going to like the answer." Hermione said honestly, moving to sit next to Ginny as Harry took control of the stove again, then flicking his wand to leave it to magic.

"You're not getting back together with Ron, are you?"

"No." Hermione said forcefully, "I went on a date with Malfoy."

Harry stiffened, "Hermione, there is no reason to drop your standards—just because Ron didn't work out—

"No Harry, it was actually a great date. And, we're not really telling anybody because of the trial and—because us dating is kind of insane."

"Kind of?" Harry exploded, then gripped his temper again. Hermione was patient as she waited for him to speak, "Hermione, this is the same person who called you a mudblood at school—who made your life miserable."

"Yes, but he's different now." Hermione argued.

"Mione—you're supposed to be the brightest witch of our age." The floo went off and Hermione's stomach dropped—she forgot to tell them he was coming over.

"Red! I came to check on your arm!" Malfoy called out, walking into the kitchen, "Bad time?"

Harry's face was red as he went for his wand.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione yelled, pointing her own wand at him, "Come with me."

She dragged him by his arm into the next room, slammed the door and put a silencing charm on it.

"WHY HIM?" Harry yelled.

"BECAUSE HE IS GOOD FOR ME." Hermione yelled back.

"HOW IS MALFOY GOOD FOR YOU?"

"He understands what the war did to me—what it did to all of us. He gets that I like learning—he can actually hold an intellectual conversation. I know we're crazy for dating—I realize it's stupid. But Harry Potter, I am happy. So if you would please not beat him up, I'd be grateful. You can tell me I told you so at the end of all this—but until then just keep your mouth shut." She frowned, "And he just saved your wife's arm, so be nice."

"Fine—but I won't like it." He grumbled.

"Thank you Harry." She said, kissing his cheek.

"I'm just happy you're doing something stupid." He said with a small grin.

"Come on Harry." She said, pulling him out of the room, "I'm hungry."

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"Am I still allowed to be here?" Draco asked as they walked out.

"Yes." Hermione said with a glare to Harry, who glowered back.

"Harry, I'm hungry." Ginny said.

"Hold your hand up for me." Draco said, talking to Ginny, "Let me know if you can feel my touch."

"Did Hermione let you know you could feel her touch?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny." Harry growled, looking toward the kitchen.

"Have you heard her talk, Red?" Malfoy asked with a grin.

"Don't push it, Draco." Hermione grumbled, her face red as she sat down beside Ginny.

"I need you to focus, Red." Malfoy said, his voice more stern, very doctor like.

"I feel that." Ginny said as Malfoy began touching each of her fingers lightly in different places, "Does he use that voice in bed?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"I'm being civil!" Harry said, holding up his hands.

Hermione giggled, "No, its more husky than that." Draco winked at Hermione before continuing his exam.

"You've regained the majority of your feeling, but your pinky and ring finger still have room for improvement—keep doing the exercises I showed you." His voice was very professional.

"What exercises did you run Hermione through last night?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know why I try." Harry said, putting out enough plates for everyone.

"Wouldn't want to make Potter jealous, Red." Draco said,

"You took her to an aquarium?" Ginny asked, "Good choice."

"She'd never seen sea otters." Draco said, sitting down next to Hermione and taking his plate.

"He knew my patronus from being on the Inquisitorial Squad." Hermione said with a grin, making Ginny snort.

"I forgot just how big of a prat you are." Ginny said.

Draco had enough pride to look arrogant, "Some of us were rule followers."

Hermione snorted, "That definitely wasn't us."

"Come on Mione! We followed rules." Harry argued.

"When it was convenient!" She retorted, "I'll never forget the first time we nearly got expelled."

"When was that?" Malfoy asked.

"First year, when we were looking for the Philosopher's stone." Harry said.

"You didn't make it a year without breaking the rules?" Malfoy asked.

"Are you really surprised?" Ginny asked.

"No—maybe reluctantly impressed." His response made everyone laugh.

"When can we go on double dates?" Ginny asked excitedly.

"My lawyer says I have to wait until my trial is over." Malfoy said with a wry grin.

"Your lawyer sounds smart." Hermione said with a grin.

"She's a little know-it-all." Malfoy agreed, earning him a slap on the back of his head. He chuckled, "I got to go pick up Scorp—Granger, I'll see you on Wednesday?" He motioned his head and Hermione got up to follow him.

"Are you going to snog her?" Ginny asked

"Figured I'd save Potter's gentle disposition." Malfoy said with a grin as he turned into a room and closed the door.

He threw a silencing charm around the room, which Hermione was sure would annoy Ginny.

"What time Wednesday?"

"Probably late dinner—around 9?"

Hermione nodded, "My place or yours?"

"I'll come to yours since I don't know when I'll be done." He said, looking at her chin.

"What?" She asked, but he had tilted her jaw up.

"You have bruises—I gripped you too tightly." He mumbled, turning her neck to the side.

"Seriously? I have bruises?" She asked.

Malfoy was already murmuring spells to heal them, "You had bruises—I'll be more gentle next time."

Hermione shook her head, "That was bloody fantastic—please don't."

"I'm going to enjoy figuring out your kinks, Granger." He said before he snogged her senseless, never letting her once dominate the kiss, "I'm leaving."

"Bye Draco." She managed to say before he disapperated.

Hermione walked out toward breakfast, only focusing when she heard Ginny laughing.

"Girl, you are in trouble with that one." Ginny said with a giggle.

xxXXxx

She ended up not seeing Draco on Wednesday for dinner. She received a note from him during the day, apologizing but saying he would be out too late to think about dinner. Hermione was understanding, she was knee deep in prepping for trial. The date had been set, and they would go in two weeks. But she still wanted to see him to make sure that their first date wasn't a fluke, so she wrote him back saying to come over no matter how late he got off.

Hermione had pre trial prep all over her kitchen, furiously writing her opening argument. She had written two other ones, but it hadn't seemed right so she threw them out. The clock chimed one thirty in the morning; Hermione rubbed her tired eyes. Draco had never responded to her owl, so maybe he wasn't coming over.

No sooner had she thought that did the floo sound, and Hermione looked up. Immediately, she got up, rounded the couch. The kiss was brutal as she began tearing clothes off.

"Is this a booty call?" He asked.

"I am shameless." She assured him, making him laugh as he continued to pull off clothes.

"I am too tired to think of anything creative." He confessed.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." She murmured. His body stiffened, it was like a challenge had been issued.

"Strip." He ordered. Hermione instantly started to quiver in delight, her lower belly heating in anticipation. The dark tone implied that he had thought of something to do.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders. Looking at up at him, his eyes were roaming her body in unadulterated appreciation. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she slid them off.

"Sit." He pointed to the couch, so she sat naked on the couch in her own living room. He pulled off his sport coat, carefully putting it down on a lounge chair so it wouldn't wrinkle. His white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his undershirt, "Put your feet up."

Hermione already clenched in excitement as she moved her feet so that they were up on the couch. The cold air moving against her already wet folds made her breathe faster. The position left everything in view to him as he sat down on the coffee table across from her. He sighed in contentment as he looked down at her cunt.

"I think in this situation it would be best to address me as Sir, understand?" He asked, his tone serious and dark. Hermione nodded.

"Yes Sir." She murmured.

"Do you remember the safety words?"

"Yes Sir, red for stop, yellow for a warning and green for go." She answered again.

"Good, now—touch yourself." He ordered.

A blush spread on her cheeks before she could help it, but she didn't object as she took two fingers along her slit. It was already wet as she dipped two fingers inside of her and spread the wetness up along her hard clit. Her breath hitched as she watched him stare at her.

Her motions were small along her clit, bringing her closer to release. She dipped her fingers inside of her again, getting them wetter before rubbing her clit again. Her chest arched as she got closer, heat spreading up her thighs. Her legs opened wider as her hips twitched in anticipation. Her orgasm got closer and closer, so she moved her fingers faster.

"Stop." He ordered.

Hermione thought about not listening to him, but she pulled her fingers away regretfully. The torture had heat spreading down her thighs, and she moaned.

"Merlin." He said, the same dark tone made everything quiver, "You are beautiful." The complement made her blush. It was so erotic to be touching herself with him still fully clothed, his eyes piercing. He was quiet, still staring.

"Sir?" She called, bringing his attention back.

"To the bedroom." He said, motioning.

She nodded, standing up on shaky legs as he followed her to her room. When they did, she turned around to look at him.

She didn't know how to say what she wanted next, so her face was red.

"What is your question?" He asked, perceptively.

"Can I suck your cock?" She blurted out, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

"May I suck your cock—" He trailed off like she wasn't done.

"May I suck your cock sir?" She asked, her face bright red.

"You may." He said.

She kneeled in front of him, eagerly unzipping him. She pulled his pants down with his boxers. Giving him time to step out of them, she tossed them aside. Looking up at him, she smiled before taking a long stroke with her tongue on the underside of his cock. He moaned in appreciation. For a moment, she worried about her performance, but she shook that off before swallowing him. She swirled her tongue along the top before bobbing back down. His hands weaved into her hair as he dictated her pace.

"Use your hands." He ordered, so she reached up with her hands to take what her mouth couldn't. When she cupped his balls, he moaned, so she took it as a good sign before rolling them, "Again!" He growled.

She built up a familiar rhythm of bobbing down and using her hands. Though her jaw hurt from being open, his hisses and groans made it easier to keep going.

Abruptly she was pulled back, he yanked her up by her hair. It hurt, but she didn't have time to protest before he kissed her.

"Back on the bed." He said, releasing her hair, "I want those legs wrapped around my hips when I come inside you." He pushed her back and she fell onto the bed. His hands went along her thighs, "I thought about your cunt all week." He said, "I came last night thinking of burying my cock inside of you."

The thought of him masturbating to thoughts of her was nearly enough to make her explode. He pushed the pillows off the bed, motioning her to move up toward the headboard.

"Granger, I am going to use a spell to keep your hands tied up, ok?" His tone wasn't as dark, so she knew he was genuinely asking if it was alright.

"You're green." She promised.

A flick of his wand had both her hands tied up by the head board, she wiggled around experimentally and it gave her little movement.

"Next time I'll tie your feet too so you're completely at my fucking mercy." He growled, gripping her jaw so she was staring at him.

"Not tonight?" She asked.

He shook his head, and she was relieved he said no. Not because she didn't want to eventually, but maybe it was too much for now.

She cried out as he pushed inside of her.

The sounds of sex echoed in the room, the orgasm that had been denied flowed with a vengeance—but his thrusts did not falter. Her hands pulled on the ties to grab his shoulders, to dictate his furious pace, but they didn't move—and she didn't want them to. Though she wanted to rub her clit, touch her breasts, her hands remained where they were.

She came again before he finally did, heat spreading all the way down to her toes.

His head was on her chest as she tried to catch her breath, her hands still tied above her.

"I have to go." He groaned.

The words made her entire body freeze, unwarranted tears came to her eyes.

"Now?" She asked, trying to keep her voice calm, but he must have heard it because he pulled himself up to look at her.

"Shit." He grumbled, reaching for his wand to release her, "No, not now." He said strongly, but tears were falling down her face.

"I—I don't know why this is happening." Hermione said, burying her face in her hands.

"It's called a sub drop." He told her, "Emotions are more at the surface while playing, and they remain high after. Endorphins and such are elevated, making it easier to have a more emotional response. I should have been more careful."

"But it wasn't anything crazy." She said, wiping tears as he gathered her up into his arms.

"Doesn't matter." He assured her, "Plus, I don't think you have ever had this type of relationship before." She shook her head, "So each experience will be new for you—so even more reason to be emotional." He paused, "Was it because I said I was leaving? I can't stay the night here but I will stay until you feel better."

She looked guilty, "You said it and I remembered—something bad that had happened—and it made me think you were leaving—like gone forever. Which doesn't really make sense." She vainly rubbed away more tears.

He grinned, kissing her cheek, "You don't always have to be rational, Granger. And high emotions tend to make people more irrational. And I know this, I shouldn't have played with you and then just leave—even someone seasoned needs after care." He adjusted his hold to bring her closer, "Why does leaving make you upset?"

"It was when I was searching for Horocruxes." She said, "Ron and I were—whatever we were at the time. And he left. He just left Harry and I—but he left me to fight Voldemort on our own." She had more tears come up, but they just streamed down her face, "So when you said you were leaving—I just had that feeling all over again when he walked out and disappeared."

He rubbed her arms, "I won't play with you when we have a short amount of time." He assured her, "So this won't happen again."

"Will we do this every time we have sex?"

"No." He said solidly, "Sometimes I will just be your roguishly handsome boyfriend."

She laughed against his chest, tightening her arms, "I'm sorry I dropped."

"I should have been more careful." He said, looking down at her and kissing her forehead.

"You can go—I am sure you want to get home—it's late."

"I'll wait until you're asleep." He said.

"When will I see you again?" She asked. "Assuming you're not running away yet."

"Not yet." He said with a cocky grin, "Friday?"

She nodded as sleep began to creep over her, "Night."

"Goodnight Granger."