Disclaimer: Not mine except the plot and Drea

A/N: I'd just like to explain a little thing here. Drea is the daughter of Bellatrix illegitimately from before she got married aka she's a Malfoy. No one knew about her except Narcissa and she was sent away when she was a baby. Anyways, as promised this chapter will have a detailed sex scene so if you don't like it DON'T READ IT! If you want to keep reading further chapters look for the summary of it on the next chapter and skip this one completely. Thanks! So don't flame me it's your fault if you don't read my A/N first. So…on we go I hope you like it…

Chapter 12 – Make Ups and Break Ups

Hermione was finally done getting rid of every shred of evidence that Harry had ever lived there except for the empty spaces and the alcohol. She was tired and the strain was getting to her. She took a quick shower to revive herself and went to make herself a drink. She seemed to be doing too much of that lately but hey she deserved it she felt. Considering she had made a new crush who used to be an enemy, found out her husband was responsible for the death of her old love and best friend, found out he cheated on her with a skank, and had kicked him out in a span of not even half of a week the alcohol seemed highly deserved. Too many things had hit her at once, including a bimbo whore who had fucked her husband, although she had hit her harder first.

She took her Irish Cream into the living room to cozy up to the fire when someone walked through it. For a split second she thought it might be the blonde bimbo or Harry and she cursed herself for not shutting off the Floo network until she saw the distinctive l body covered in soot. She stood up quickly to help him steady himself.

'Draco! Are you okay? What are you doing here?" she fired questions at him rapidly and completely forgot she was angry at him.

"Drink. Strong. Very strong. Anything but scotch!" Draco mumbled half to himself.

Hermione bustled to the kitchen quite flustered by his sudden appearance. She got him a very strong rum and coke. Actually more rum and a couple of drops of coke mostly a colouring really.

She thrust it at him and he gulped it down and through the glass into the fireplace. She winced thinking of all of the kitchen ware she was going through but she didn't say anything sensing his bad mood.

"Draco.." she faltered, "What happened?"

He stood there for a minute with his back to her watching the fire but not seeming to see it. He was staring into nothing, completely in his own head. He didn't know how to start this conversation. For now he decided he wouldn't tell her about his mother. He didn't know what she would think, hell, he didn't know what he thought about it yet.

"Harry cheated on you. In my apartment. With my cousin." Was all he said.

"I know- wait! That was your cousin?" she turned beet red and turned around thinking of their conversation.

"You know! I'm sorry I didn't tell you before…but wait you met her? I didn't figure he'd bring her home. I'm going to kick his ass!"

"No, he didn't she showed up here. We…we didn't get along too well and she left…er…worse for wear."

He laughed at her embarrassment and could only imagine what Hermione did to her.

"Don't worry, I never liked her that much anyways. Plus, she probably deserved it. Actually, I know she deserved it she slept with Harry."

Hermione just continued to blush and was starting to feel worse about the whole day. Everything had just gotten too damn complicated. They all seemed to be tangled up together and she felt like she was missing a huge chunk of the story. She just wanted everything to sort itself out. She didn't want to be mixed up in it and the alcohol was making her feel funny. She hadn't felt this way for over three years and she just wanted to be near Draco and feel comforted. She never thought she would want to get near enough to whack him with a very heavy, metal, 10 foot pole, but things were different now.

Draco turned around and just looked at her. She felt small and undressed under his fierce gaze. She was surprised how the fierce look seemed so protective and compassionate. Almost like he was worried about her…and cared.

She was about to take a step forward when he beat her to it and swept her into a hard kiss. She screamed at herself inside but her body reacted to his touch immediately. His tongue wept her bottom lip seeking entrance desperately and she complied. Hungrily his tongue swept her mouth battling her own and feeling around deepening the kiss. They broke momentarily for air and plunged back together again. Her hands raked his back and she pulled herself closer as his own arms went around her small waist pulling her to him as well.

She pulled him towards the hallway and they bumped into walls as they passionately made their way up to her room. Their hands roamed each others bodies feeling every bit they could reach desperate for touch and feeling and compassion.

Slowly, and after much smashing into things they made their way to her bedroom still as violent as from the first second. Her hands ripped at his shirt pulling it over his head and he broke from her for a minute to help and then attached himself again not wanting to leave her for a second. His own hands searched her body and one roved to the edge of her shirt and he slowly moved his hand upwards giving her chills everywhere. He found the edge of her lacy black bra and slipped his hand underneath to tease her breast. He rubbed his thumb gently over her nipple causing it to perk immediately. He lightly pinched it and teased it between his fingers causing her to moan and gasp into his mouth. He edged his hand over to repeat the process on her other breast and gain another moan from her.

The little moans were doing wonders for Draco's excitement. She could feel him, thick, hard, and long even through their layers of clothing. She desperately wanted to see it and feel it. All thoughts of Harry were long swept out of her mind. Her own free hands worked at his belt. She was frantically trying to undo it but was having trouble because every couple seconds she would gasp under his touch and her mind would go blank completely forgetting the task at hand. Then, it would completely increase her need to undo his belt. He laughed softly into her mouth and with his one free hand he undid and took of his belt in a swift motion. She smiled a thanks into their kiss and continued with her efforts of removing all of his clothing.

With his once again free hand he tapped her side, a silent command for her to lift her back a little off of the bed and she readily complied, arching her back and pressing herself into him. With another practiced movement he snaked his free hand under the back of her shirt and unclasped her bra.

"Screw this." Hermione muttered and pushed him back a bit so she could whip off her shirt and bra.

He stared at her for a moment becoming harder by the second and then dove to suck on her beautiful round breasts. He kissed them gently and moved down again to suck the nipple into his mouth, still teasing the other with his hand. He sucked gently and then rolled his tongue around causing shivers to go through her body. He bit lightly and erotically to stimulate her even more and she moaned her pleasure.

Her own arms raced up his back, ran through his soft hair, and then down his arms. She hadn't felt this kind of pleasure in so long. Every single touch was making her more desperate to be completely filled. Her breathe came out in short gasps and she lifted her hips up and down rubbing her body slowly along the mass in his pants. He groaned into her breast. He could hardly wait but he wanted to pleasure her. He felt guilty for taking her so soon, and he also knew she hadn't felt this way in a very long time. He wanted to make it memorable.

Hermione however was barely containing herself. She wanted to flip him over and ride him like there was no tomorrow. She pushed his hips up from her gently so she could work again on his pants. She undid them with ease this time and slipped them down to his knees. He was wearing silk green boxers and she ran her hand along his manhood, slowly and sensually first, making him shudder, then harder.

With one last nibble he let her breast slip from his mouth and started kissing her neck, making her arch and working his way to nibble on her earlobe, and then returned back to her mouth. She continued to rub him, eliciting a muffled groan from him. She slipped her long thin fingers into his boxers to grab hold of his shaft completely. This time it was his turn to gasp.

He flipped the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He tapped her hip again lightly and she lifted them so he could slip her pants off. She kicked them off the rest of the way. With her pants gone a black thong was revealed. Apparently she had been planning for something like this to happen. He slipped his hand under and felt her in all of her feminine glory as she continued to move her hand up and down over his dick, slowly tightening and going faster.

His fingers registered that she was already soaking wet for him. She had been desperate for this for too long. He rubbed her clit softly at first in slow circles increasing her level of horniness and prolonging the experience. Still working circles he quickly slipped two fingers into her making her give her loudest groan yet. Her pussy was tight and warm. She wasn't a virgin of course but it had been a very very long time. He increased the pressure on her clit and slowly pushed his fingers in and out and then escalated. In return she increased the speed on his cock, placing her fingers in all of the right parts to make him harder than he thought possible.

He could feel her muscles clenching on his fingers and he to was having a hard time containing himself. He didn't want to finish her this way. Not their first time and he didn't think he could hold it much longer. After one final thrust he withdrew his fingers and she groaned from the absence. She needed to be filled and she knew he wanted to as well. She just had one thing on her mind first.

She wriggled up and faced him then bent over slowly, spreading her legs into the perfect doggy style position as she lowered her mouth over his cock. He gasped at the touch of her tongue and gazed longingly at her perfect round ass. He wanted to flip her the other way and pound her madly in that position, making her scream in pain and pleasure but he knew there was still time to that and he was enjoying the wonderful things she was doing with her tongue.

She first worked her tongue slowly down his shaft and then took him completely in her mouth and bobbing a couple of times. She didn't want him to cum this way, just excite him and lube up for her. She finally released and blew gently on the tip making him squirm.

He pushed her shoulders backwards slowly and leaned her backwards onto the bed. This time, they would do it the 'normal' way. Missionary. They had time for others. All night if he was correct. But first, he had to reciprocate for her. He edged his way down, running his hands down her legs then back up to tickle her inner thighs and spread her legs, which she did quite willingly. He leaned his head down and touched his tongue to her inner thigh, running it up slowly to her clit. He alternated between rapidly flicking his tongue against her click at nibbling at her labia. She moaned in pure delight and grabbed the headboard tightly to keep from squirming under his every touch. She wrapped her legs around his neck and he pushed his tongue deep inside of her licking up her juices. She unwrapped her legs and pulled his neck up to her kissing him hard. His dick rubbed against her stomach and she couldn't contain it anymore. She needed him in her and he needed to fill her.

He placed the tip right at her entrance, teasing her, and giving her one last chance to stop it. In response she thrust herself onto him pushing him deep inside of her. He gasped slightly in shock and she whimpered at the shock of the pain and at the perfect feeling of being fully complete. He pulled back slowly and pressed back in a little further, taking it slow and making her go crazy with want. He could barely hold himself back either but he loved the way she squirmed and writhed and clawed at his back with her nails needing him, all of him.

Suddenly he jack hammered into her making her scream in ecstasy as he buried himself in her. He pulled her legs up and put them over his arms and spreading her legs farther so he could go in as far as possible. He continued slowly for a minute and got faster enjoying her moans and whimpers and scratches.

Hermione was in heaven. It was painfully amazing. He was huge! Not only that he was good at what he did. She could feel herself building up, ready to explode.

He started to go faster and harder into her slamming her. She braced her arms against the headboard to take all of his pressure and screamed his name. She matched his rhythm and lifted her hips to meet him making the impact even harder. She moaned and screamed, neither had ever felt better. Finally after a long repetition of this she let out a long scream and he let out a huge groan. Light exploded behind her eyes as they simultaneously came in a great crescendo.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing very heavily, and her still giving out the occasional whimper. They lay there for a few minutes with him still inside of her. He just lay on her chest and listened to her heartbeat and they steadied their breathing. This continued for about fifteen minutes.

"Up for a repeat in the shower?" Hermione panted.

He grinned as a reply and exited from her. He stood up and swept her bride style off of the bed and carried her to the en-suite bathroom.

After recovering from the shock Harry had sat on his porch with his bottle of fireball whiskey (avoiding the bloody areas) and he had drank himself until he passed out. He was woken up by screams. Hermione screaming. It was coming from HIS bedroom window, and it didn't sound like the panicked sort of scream, it sounded like one of those 'I'm getting my brains fucked out of me' screams. Disgusted he picked up his bottle and started to walk away to no where in particular.

A/N: Well…that was very descriptive. I hope you liked it. Uh…yeh that's all I think I have to say.

Much love

CiCi