I inhaled the soft vanilla scent of the warm water around me. In addition to the sex, one of the perks of dating Draco was using his giant bathtub. It was only four in the afternoon, but after reading Blaise's note, I took the rest of the day off and Apparated directly in Draco's bathroom. I was immersed in bubbles with my hair pulled back in a tight braid. The cool tile on my back made me shiver and I cracked my eyes open. I shrieked when my eyes met Draco looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.

"What the hell?" I sputtered.

"Hello to you too," he greeted and started to undress. I forced my eyes not to wander at he threw his clothes on the floor. "Fancy yourself a bath in my tub?"

"Yes," I said and laid my head back down against the tile.

"Lean forward," Draco demanded and I did with a small grumble. He sat in the bath behind me, with each of his long legs on either side of mine. He pulled me back to lean against his chest and rested his chin on the top of my head.

"I have to tell you something," I said quietly and drew patterns in the bubbles around my torso.

"Oh?" he asked and his chest rumbled against me.

"Blaise accepted my deal."

"That's good," he said and trailed his fingers up and down my arms.

"Yes… but he has one condition."

Draco stiffened and his hands froze at my shoulders.

"Which is?"

"I have to be there to witness his signature."

When Draco didn't say anything, I tilted my head back to look at him. I could see the side of his face, and he did not look pleased. The muscles in his neck and jaw were clenched and his eyes were steely.

"In a cell?" he finally spoke and I nodded. "Who else would be there?"

"Harry and the guards," I answered slowly and massage his thighs soothingly. He moved one of his hands to trace my clavicle and I raised my chin to give him more access.

"Okay," he said gruffly and rubbed a thumb down the column of my throat.

"Okay?" I wasn't expecting him to give in quite so quickly.

"Potter will be there, and if I can't be there, he's the next best thing. He did defeat the Dark Lord. I reckon he can handle Blaise in shackles."

I kissed the hand that was wrapped around my bicep.

"Is there anything else?" he asked and I froze. I had been debating for over an hour on whether or not I should show Draco the note. I knew it would only infuriate him and I wasn't sure I wanted to see a furious Draco. I chewed on my lip, hastily unbraided my hair as a distraction, and he made a low warning sound behind me.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Damn. I took too long to respond.

"He sent me a note through Harry."

More silence.

"A note."

It wasn't a question.

"Do you want to read it?" I asked.

"If you want me to."

I reared back a little in surprise and knocked into Draco's chin.

"You aren't going to command it of me?"

He chuckled softly and kissed the hollow place behind my ear.

"No. I'm not threatened by anything Blaise has to say."

"You aren't?"

"You're mine, Hermione. He can't take you away from me," Draco answered cockily. "Blaise is locked in a cell while I'm pressed up against your delicious little body."

He accented his statement with a small grind of his hips against my back. Draco nibbled on my neck and my nipples immediately hardened. I dropped my head back against him and moaned.

"See?" he murmured against my skin. "You're mine. Has anyone else made you feel like this?"

"No," I answered immediately. He was right; it was never like this was Ron. Draco's touch incinerated me and left me breathless. He began to roll my nipples in his forefinger and thumb and I let out a shuddering gasp.

More, please," I begged and he trailed his hands down my thighs. He pulled them apart so my legs were bent and my feet on either side of his knees. He dragged his fingers down my inner thighs and I was practically squirming against him in excitement. When he paused just outside of my pussy, I growled.

"Draco."

"Beg for it," he whispered in my ear and I groaned. I knew what he was doing; this was Draco's way of reassuring himself. He needed to know that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, despite his cockiness. He needed me to say it.

"Draco," I breathed. "Touch me. Please. I need you."

Tension I hadn't realized was there left his body.

"I need you too," he said so faintly I almost didn't catch it, then circled my throbbing clit. I raised an arm to wrap around his neck as his fingers teased me. I opened my mouth to encourage him again but he cut me off with a quiet request.

"Say it again."

"Fuck, Draco, please. I need you. I want you. I love you. Please."

With a small groan, he slid two fingers into me.

"Oh Merlin, yes," I cried out and tilted my hips to meet his thrusts. Draco quickly settled on a steady, but fast rhythm, swiping his thumb over my clit while he pushed his fingers into my pussy. His lips were doing sinful things to my neck and I was moaning incoherently.

"I love you too, Hermione."

He curled his fingers forcefully and my body began to shake against him.

"Come for me," he murmured. "I want to hear you come. I want to feel your tight little cunt come all over me."

I grasped the sides of the tub tightly and moved my hips in earnest against him. His breath tickled my neck and his thumb was rubbing swiftly against my clit. His cock was pressed against my lower back, hard and ready, and I imagined what it would feel like slamming into me.

"Draco! Yes!" I cried and my body trembled and tingled as my release pulsed through me. I moved surprisingly adeptly through the haze of my climax and pulled him out of the tub and onto to soft rug. I straddled him before he could take charge and sunk onto his cock. He cried out and grabbed my hips to try and sit up. I rose again and slammed down on him brutally.

"Fuck!" he yelped and let his head fall back against the rug. "Hermione, oh Salazar, do that again."

I let my mouth fall open in a silent cry and dropped down on his cock again. This time, when I was fully seated on him, I grinded my hips back and forth. Shocks of pleasure shot through me from my clit and I smiled widely. I flung my head back and my hair tickled my lower back.

"You look like a fucking goddess," Draco growled out and lifted my hips. "Ride me, Hermione. Fuck me."

My thighs burned as I pulled myself up and down him, but the blinding pleasure kept me going. Draco never took his eyes off me; they wandered down to my bouncing breasts and back up to my face. His nails were digging into my skin and he was pink all over. Occasionally, he gulped in air and moaned, and I knew was trying to postpone coming. My nails were embedded deeply in the muscles on his chest and I dragged them down his stomach. When I felt myself tighten, I grinded down on him, striving for my completion. Draco was still groaning and growling underneath me, repeating that he loved me over and over. My eyes rolled in my head when my orgasm flooded my body and I felt my fingernails pierce his skin as I gasped and moaned. Draco lifted me slightly and pounded into me, his bollocks slapping my arse. He cried out my name once more and spent himself inside me.

I don't know how long we lay on the bathroom floor, but the sun was beginning to set when we finally stumbled into his bedroom. I pulled Blaise's note out of my jacket pocket and handed it to Draco. He raised his eyebrows , unfolded it and read aloud.

Hermione,

I know you are the on behind this deal to keep me out of Azkaban, and for that, I thank you. I'm sure by now you are aware of my motivations but I wanted to explain in my own words. During the War, my younger sister was hit was a rogue curse by the dearly departed Bellatrix Lestrange. She spent a few days in our home before moving into the Malfoy Manor, and during her stay, her insanity spread like a disease. My sister is dying, and my parents ran away like the cowards they are. I was the only one she had left. I know I can't cure her, but if she continues to drink my potion, she may live long enough for someone to find a cure. The curse is complex and powerful; I have tried everything I can to break it. I write this letter, not to save my own hide, but to beg you to help me. The Aurors have my notebook in which I detailed all her symptoms and the things I've tried.

Please, Hermione. Help her.

Blaise Zabini

I held my breath as Draco finished reading the letter. He looked up at me slowly with an unreadable expression on his face.

"When are you meeting with him?" he asked.

"Tomorrow."

Draco nodded and handed me back the letter.

"Okay."


I was sitting a cold metal table when the sound of clinking chains caught my attention. Harry was like a statue next to me, with his wand tight in his hand. Mine was taken by the guards, but I supposed being an Auror had perks.

"Hermione," a deep voice rasped from the doorway. Blaise looked terrible. His skin was tinged grey and his face looked gaunt. One of the guards pushed him forward and he stumbled over to the table. His shackles hit the metal table, causing a sharp ringing sound to echo in my ears. I flinched and adjusted in my seat. I pushed a small stack of papers toward him.

"Will you do it?" he asked.

"Blaise," I began with a tired sigh, "I don't know what you want me to do. I'm not a curse-breaker or a healer."

"But you know some of the best witches and wizards in the world. All I need is for you to do is ask."

"Why are you asking me to do this? You have money. Surely you can hire someone."

Blaise rubbed his face tiredly.

"Not the best. The best isn't available for hire. He won't even return my owls."

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

"Why?"

He shrugged and Harry nudged me.

"What?" I asked him.

"The faster you agree, the faster we can go. I hate this place," Harry said with a little shudder. He turned to Blaise. "If Hermione agrees to ask for help, you'll sign the deal and this is over?"

"Yes," Blaise said with conviction.

"Fine," I bit out and rolled a quill toward him. "Sign."

With his looping signature drying on the parchment, I began to gather my things.

"So who is this mysterious curse-breaker?" I asked and stood up.

"Draco Malfoy."


By the time I arrived at my flat, I was fuming. Of course I was manipulated. Blaise was a Slytherin. Manipulation was practically their religion. I stormed around my kitchen, slamming plates onto the counter to prepare dinner. I dropped a fork on the floor and kicked it across the room. When I started the chop up the vegetables, I sliced my finger open and swore loudly. I sucked on my bleeding finger as the cracking sound of Apparation startled me. I whipped around and saw Draco standing in my living room.

"You," I seethed and stomped toward him. "You!"

I jammed my uninjured finger in his chest and he looked at me wildly.

"Me?"

"Did you know?" I asked in a threatening voice.

"Did I know…?" he repeated slowly and I shoved him with all my strength and stormed past him to grab Blaise's note from my coffee table.

"Did you know who he wants to break the curse?"

"Why would I know?"

Draco's voice rose slightly and I could feel annoyance wafting off him. I didn't care. I shoved the note in his chest and turned on my heels when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me backwards towards him. I collided against him, with his chest pressed against my back. I struggled to get away, but he was too strong.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed.

"It's you! He wants you to cure his sister. He used me to get to you!"

"So why are you mad at me?" Draco asked and tightened his grip on my wrist. I twisted myself free and pushed him again, and this time he fell backwards onto the couch.

Hot anger rushed through my veins. I knew Draco didn't know. I knew this wasn't his doing. But I was spitting mad and I couldn't take it out on my dishware without hurting myself.

Draco looked at me with raised eyebrows. I launched myself at him and slammed my mouth on his. After a small moment of shock, Draco reciprocated and pulled my legs open to straddle him. His hands were tangled painfully in my hair and his sharp teeth were biting down on my lips, and it was heavenly. I channeled all my anger into our kiss and when his mouth trailed down my throat, I let out an angry, gasping cry.

"Fuck me, Draco. Don't make love to me. Fuck me."

He growled and pushed me off his lap. He reattached his grip on my wrist and dragged me into my bedroom. When I was a few feet from my bed, I pulled my clothes off hastily while he did the same. As I pushed my knickers down my legs, he shoved me onto the bed and immediately covered me with his body. Draco bit and sucked his way down my body until my rage turned into lust. My entire body was on fire as his mouth let red, angry marks in its wake. He bit down hard on my inner thigh and I groaned, grabbing him by the hair to pull his face back to mine. I was more than ready for him and after another violent kiss, I told him so.

"Now," I murmured and he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up in the air. I got up on my hands and knees as he dragged one fingernail down my spine. Without warning, Draco snapped his hips forward and impaled me, forcing a shriek from my mouth. He tugged on my hips to drive himself into me again and I pushed back against him.

My bed was rocking underneath us with every thrust and for a moment, I was worried it would break. But then Draco pounded his cock into me again and my mind went blank. He was swearing and sweating behind me and stars danced in my vision. Every time he slammed into me, he pushed against the right spot in me and I was losing control quickly. Draco was too, and we were both gasping by the time I shattered into a million pieces. Blood rushed through my ears and I could barely hear his husky cry as he came. My vision went black and I fell forward onto the bed.

"Hermione."

Draco's voice sounded far away. I was shaking- no, someone was shaking me. I cracked my eye open and saw him looking down at me with an amused expression.

"No one's ever passed out on me before."

I lifted my head and looked around. I was still naked, but I was tucked neatly in my bed. Draco was wearing his boxers.

"How long was I out?"

"Just a few minutes," he answered and kissed my forehead. "Feel better?"

I swallowed thickly.

"Water," I murmured and he pointed to the glass on my bedside table. After a long gulp, I sat up. "Sorry," I said quietly.

"Don't be," Draco said and got out of bed. "Angry sex is the best sex."

"Actually, it's birthday sex, according to Ginny," I corrected with a small smile and he laughed.

"True," he nodded thoughtfully. "Angry sex is the second best sex."

I laid my head back on the pillow and sighed.

"Are you going to talk to me now instead of jumping me like an animal?" he asked from the bathroom.

"Apparently, you're the best curse-breaker there is," I called back and he poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Yes, I recall that from before the shagging."

"And Blaise wants you to cure his sister. There's a notebook in my bag full of information."

He came back out and sat on the bed next to me.

"Do you want me to do it?"

I looked at him for a moment.

"Yes."

"Okay," he said and kissed me.

"That was easy," I commented when he pulled away.

"You'll find I'm much more amenable after a good fuck," Draco said with a wink.


So I wrote a little one shot for a competition on tumblr, so I posted it on here for fun. If you guys like it, I was thinking about making it a multi-chapter thing. Let me know what you think! xoxox