A little side note: I know that a lot of you have been saying I should have a Draco POV. I'm going to do that, just let me get there. I'm waiting until just the right moment in their relationship, and now is definitely not the right time. Also, I know that Hermione and Draco's relationship is very sexual. It will grow into more, and there will be events that make that happen, but again, now is not the right time. You will see hints of it in this chapter, though! I do appreciate the suggestions, but I'm taking this at my own pace! Thanks guys, and enjoy this chapter!

Oh, and sorry about the sexual content of this chapter. Me and this guy that I have this really physical relationship with got in an argument over just that, and I guess this was my way of bitching. :/ Pardon my language

Hermione felt as if she were drunk. She could barely walk straight when she apparated back to her apartment. Jasmine had worriedly offered to see her home, but Hermione had waved her off kindly, almost smacking the poor little blonde in the process.

Why, you ask, might Hermione Granger feel tipsy? A certain blonde was the reason, of course. She could still feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck as he rubbed her, his own arousal making his pants tighter by the minute…

Snap out of it, Granger! You'll never be presentable if you keep up that kind of thinking!

But still, the excitement of what they had done overwhelmed her. As she skipped around her apartment, she may have appeared slightly mental (not that that was new.) It never struck Hermione to think of why Draco might have taken such a big step in their…ahem 'work-friendly relationship.' All she knew was that she could easily become drunk off of him, and possibly even addicted if she allowed herself to.

But they wouldn't be going that far, right?

Snapping out of her thoughts, Hermione began running around in a flurry to get herself together. She usually would just go to the Weasleys in what she was wearing that day, but this time was different. Hermione told herself it wasn't because Draco was going to be there, but she knew she was kidding herself. She smiled a little as she fiddled with her hair, letting curls fall loosely down her back.

Skipping over Crookshanks and nearly knocking the cat over in the process, Hermione proceeded to her room. She finally opted for a casual yet classy sort of outfit. Surveying herself in front of the mirror, the witch nodded in approval. She had managed to squeezed into a pair of fitted dark jeans (it was the Weasleys after all) and a quarter sleeve black top with a white bow on the corner. A necklace with a small silver pendant and a few silver bangles completed the look. It was casual yet still "pretty damn nice" as Ginny would say.

Once she was done admiring her reflection (something she felt justified to do since she couldn't do it often) Hermione nearly had a heart attack when she saw the time. Was it that late already? Tripping over Crookshanks again, who mewled in protest at being whacked in the head for the second time in a matter of one hour, Hermione got to her door and was about to turn the knob when she stopped. Draco wouldn't know how to get to the Burrow. That meant she would have to pick him up. At his apartment. And the last time she had been there had many pleasant yet thought provoking memories she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with. Alas, it looked as though she had no choice. Sighing, Hermione loosened her grip on the door knob. She would have to apparate into his apartment again. She could only hope he wasn't showering again.

Well, maybe a small part of her hoped that he was. But really, could you blame her?

She spun on her heel and the world whirled around her. Hermione opened her eyes once she felt solid ground beneath her, and once again found herself in Draco Malfoy's bathroom. This time, there was no occupant. A blush tinged her cheeks at the thoughts that plagued her mind. Shaking her head to brush them off, Hermione opened the door and stepped out, noting that she would really have to find a better way to enter than through his bathroom every time she came to visit.

Not that she was planning to come and visit Draco often.

The sleek apartment was just as she would have imagined Draco's apartment to look like. It was so…Draco. Knowing that she would have time later to get to know his home, Hermione set out on the task to find Draco.

It wasn't that hard. After a few quick seconds of searching the kitchen and living room, Hermione made her way to the bedroom. Still not having completely learned her lesson of knocking before entering, especially in Malfoy's apartment might I add, Hermione pushed open the bedroom door. And boy was she met with a sight.

"Are we making a habit of you walking into my apartment while I'm unsuspectingly nude?" a low voice said playfully. "Because I certainly don't mind," he added as a side note. Hermione didn't mind either. But that wasn't the point. Her eyes went to the ceiling and back before she finally focused on Draco fully.

"You're not nude, Draco, you're just-" her breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the sight before her. Damn, was she disappointed that he had pants slung over his hips. Pale plains of a defined torso, clean cut pecs, a hairless chest beside the collection of golden fuzz in his underarms, and a neck that just begged to be bitten and kissed. Hermione was pretty sure that she was drooling, and she not so subtly picked her jaw up off of the floor.

"Yes?" Draco queried.

"Merlin you're perfect," Hermione breathed in awe. This was obviously not what Draco was expecting. A golden eyebrow was raised in curiosity, and though he was good at playing the lazy façade, Hermione could see his cheeks gain color in flattery.

Hermione slowly walked up to him. His grey eyes gauged her the entire time, asking unspoken questions. Even slower, she placed a tentative finger, followed by the other four and finally the palm of her hand on his bare chest. Draco's breathing sped up under her touch. Hermione raised her eyes to meet his own, finding that they were watching her with a mixture of curiosity and something that softened them that she couldn't name.

Still watching him carefully, the witch wound her arms around his neck, entwining her hands on his neck just at his hairline, where he loved being touched. Despite his cool composure, Hermione could sense uncertainty in his actions when Draco cautiously leaned forward and rested his forehead on hers. His arms came up and circled around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The blonde let out an involuntary sigh and his lids fluttered closed. Hermione smiled slightly at his sweet and innocent actions; he enjoyed being held, as did Hermione. Despite how nice the embrace felt, Hermione couldn't help but notice the defined torso pressed against her. It was quite distracting. She carefully guided her hands onto his cut abs, tracing the contours of his figure with her fingers. Draco's eyes snapped open, and Hermione took the initiative to push him backwards.

Amazingly graceful considering he was shoved totally off guard, his back landed on the soft bed, Hermione directly on top of him. Pressing a kiss to his throat, Draco automatically turned his neck to allow her more exposure. He let out a gasp as she sucked on his pulse. She could feel his heart beating faster under her palms as she pressed down into him.

He tried to move under her, but Hermione pushed him back down. "My turn," she murmured, feeling her inner siren coming out. Draco looked at her in confusion, his rosy lips about to say what was on his mind, when he let out a gasp. Hermione had latched her mouth onto one of his nipples, suckling on it with an intensity that made him moan unexpectedly. Her tongue flicked out and teased the rosy bud, taut in pleasure. She fixed her focus on the other one, trailing her tongue across his chest until she reached it.

Gaining more confidence, Hermione dragged her mouth down his chest. Despite all that they had done, she had never fully examined his chest until now, or any part of his body for that matter. Lightly, her fingers outlined each ripple of muscle, followed closely by her sinful mouth. Moaning filled the little space between them.

She moved her mouth around his torso, dipping her tongue into his belly button. His back arched, she allowed her fingers to travel down the curve of his spine and his hind. The eager body beneath her pressed itself to her. "Hermione," he said huskily. The sound sent shivers through her body.

She knew her next move would be reckless. But Draco made her feel alive. Her tongue swiped at his lip again, and he wrapped his arms around her, smoothing his hands down her sides and moving his thumbs in little circles along her body. Stealthily, her fingers made their way to his pant button, which she undid in one swift motion, before she tugged at the zipper and pulled his pants down to reveal a sizeable bulge in his boxers.

A swipe of her thumb across the length had Draco panting in seconds. She could feel him harden under her fingers, each time they moved across him she earned a buck from his hips. Draco's head fell back with a deep growling noise as she stroked the hard ridge. The sound shot straight through her. Chest heaving as she worked her thumbs underneath the band, she was shocked when a hand flew out and gripped her wrist. Hermione froze as his hand encircled her other wrist as well, softly pushing her hands away from him.

"No," he said softly. She gazed at him in bewilderment and hurt. Did he not want her like she wanted him? "I don't want this, whatever this is," he gestured to the both of them, "to be rushed,"

Confusion was evident on the brunette's face. "But-"

Draco interrupted her, forcing himself up onto his elbows as he stared at her. She sat on top of him, though now her wrists were released from their hold. "I don't want this to be a quick shag then we're done sort of relationship. You're not just another girl to me, Hermione. You're… more. A lot more," the look in his eyes seemed to show that he thought he had gone too far with the last part. He was obviously restraining from saying something to her, but what? Contemplating, she stared at him, and noticed that he was looking at her shyly. His lustful grey eyes now held something else. He turned his own gaze away when she didn't say anything. What was Hermione supposed to say? That she wanted that too? She did want that, she yearned for it so deeply that it scared her. But how could she get into something more with him when their entire relationship was based off of a bet, whether he knew it or not?

Draco's eyes widened. "I-I mean, it can be if you want-I just thought-I feel-You make me-I…" a flurry of words and incoherent thoughts escaped his lips.

"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked gently, but her eyes glittered with determination. She pulled away from him, realizing that she was still on top of his practically nude form. His face fell a little when she leaned back.

"I…what are we?"

Hermione was not expecting this, or the hopeful expression on his beautiful features.

"What do you mean 'we'?" she inquired, and even then his jaw set.

"I mean us, Hermione. Our relationship with each other,"

"It seems like a silly question judging our current positions," Hermione joked, poking him in the stomach and playfully dancing her fingers around slim hips. Rouge rushed to Draco's cheeks and began spreading down his neck as he grew more desperate for an answer.

"I'm serious," he swallowed a lump that was starting to form in his throat. He was beginning to wish he hadn't asked so he could have saved his fragile feelings for this girl. s

"Co-workers who happen to have a sexually benefitting relationship?" Pure regret washed over her the moment those words left her mouth. She wished she could take them back, swallow them and start anew, but she couldn't. Hermione watched as Draco's face hardened into the cold mask she knew from years ago.

"Oh. Right," his voice had morphed from confused and honest and imploring to indifferent and somewhat cold. Taken aback by the sudden change, Hermione did the only thing her cluttered mind could think of. She pushed him back down, his back pressed flat against the mattress. He raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

"Goddammit it, Malfoy," she smoothed her hands down the side of his face, caressing his cheeks softly. Draco automatically leaned into her touch, which made Hermione's heart leap. Suddenly, she drew back her hand and connected it with his cheek, a resounding slap filling the air.

"What the hell?!" the blonde's eyes narrowed. Hermione glared at him back as she slammed her mouth down on the area of his face she had slapped, now blooming red, and lathed her tongue over it. Dragging her mouth over, she put her hands behind his head and lifted him slightly so she could get to his lips.

Just as the shock had worn off and Draco was settling into the kiss, Hermione let go and pushed him back down roughly, shoving his shoulders. "Granger!" he cried but Hermione silenced him by placing her fingers over his lips.

"Every. Single. Goddamn day," accentuating each word with slap to his already aching cheeks.

Draco tried to grab her wrists to prevent further harm from being inflicted on him. "Bloody hell woman what-" he didn't get a chance to finish. Hermione pressed herself flush against him, bringing her hand down to squeeze his cock then dragging her hand up his hard muscled body to rest on his chest. A moan of pleasure escaped Draco's parted lips.

"The truth is, I'm attracted to you," the already hardened nipple was flicked. Not satisfied, Hermione lowered her mouth to it and bit him hard.

"Holy shit!" was the cried out response. Soothing the fluctuated bud with her tongue caused another moan from her almost lover.

"And I don't bloody know why,"

Draco muttered something that sounded mysteriously like "Bipolar bitch," but Hermione paid no mind. She lowered her hand down to his hardened cock and placed her hand on it, rubbing it through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Clenching the waist band between her teeth, Hermione tugged downwards until the boxers pooled around his ankles. She quickly deposited them off the side of the bed. Draco's breath was coming in sharp bursts as he gripped her shoulders. "And I don't like when I don't know something,"

"Know-it-all," Draco somehow managed to breathe in between pants. His exposed length glistened with pre-come. The tip was a darkening shade of pink as blood rushed into his cock, filling it and causing it to become blissfully fully erect. Hermione reluctantly turned her gaze away from the mouth-watering length and up to his face, watching in fascination the expressions crossing it. His parted lips, heaving chest and bucking muscles showed not even half of how enslaved he was to her.

"You terrify me," she loved the way his face and neck flushed, and how it steadily crept downward. Using the pre-come to lubricate the path of ecstasy her hands paved, Draco gasped even louder. His hips jerked as he gasped and moved his pelvis in time to the rhythm she had created with her hands. Every time she sped up or slowed down her hand over his blazing skin, a new chorus of moans was hummed. Each moan made Hermione's need for him increase. She was determined to make him come, to have his life-giving seed cover his belly and her hand, to make him shake and cry out. The thought sent a new wave of excitement through her. Merlin, she was even more turned on then when he had touched her in the office!

"What you make me feel is terrifying," his body shook beneath her. Arching his back, his body pressed even closer to her.

"But if feels amazing at the same time," her free hand reached underneath and fondled his scrotum lightly. Even at the slight pressure, Draco was undone.

"Oh! H-Hermione, don't stop, please!" at his breathy tone Hermione realized just how unhinged she had made the famed Slytherin Prince.

He began speaking rapidly, stringing together random thoughts and words as his pleasure increased to new highs. "Oh gods…I need you…don't stop…faster, fuck…feels so good…almost," his grip on her shoulders tightened, his breathing as erratic as his jerking length.

Hermione pressed her mouth to his ear. "Come for me, Draco," she whispered. With three more swipes over the hot straining flesh of his cock, a final thrust and a shout of her first name, he climaxed. Hot jets of creamy, white come shot out of the tip and all over her hand. It splashed onto his abdomen in a second and third eruption to the chorus of his gasping cries and tremors. By the last burst of his seed, he had drenched the both of them. His arms lay weakly by his sides as he panted like a wild animal, his eyes slipping close in an effort to regain his sanity. Soothingly rubbing his shaking legs, Hermione let his big body relax in her embrace. He rested his head in the crook of her neck in a way that felt so natural Hermione's heart hurt. Smoothing his sweaty forehead and pressing a kiss to his jaw to assure any insecurity's, she patiently waited for him to establish equilibrium.

Her heart was tearing at her chest. Hermione couldn't imagine how much she was confusing the man she held in her arms. First she states that her intentions are purely sexual, then she goes and wanks him off, all the while telling him that she has other feelings for him that she is unsure about.

Her attention was turned to the man she held when his quicksilver eyes opened and a small smile quirked his mouth. "That was…" he began softly,

"Incredible," Hermione assured him, her own heart fluttering in her chest wildly, which she was sure he could feel because of their proximity.

"Can I kiss you, please?" Draco begged her, and Hermione instantly gave in, allowing herself to be taken by him. There was an explosion of feeling between the two. Tongues entwined, Draco positioned her comfortably on his chest as they mouths moved as one.

"Hermione, mhmm," Draco eventually broke apart, well, tried to. "We have to- sweet merlin-go. Dinner-oh, mhmm," Hermione's eyes snapped open at his last word. Dinner. At the Burrow.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling back sharply. This action was followed by a grunt of protest, but it subsided when the brunette allowed herself to fall back down.

"I don't want to let you go," she murmured at her realization. It felt safe in his arms. Draco's heart did a jackhammer trick.

"Me neither," his lips hovered next to her ear. Never. I never want to let you go.

The two remained like that, holding each other. Hermione allowed herself to relax in his warm embrace, their breathing the only sound in the room.

"You know, we're going to be very late," Draco mentioned after a while. With her ear pressed to his bare chest, Hermione giggled at the rumble she felt when he spoke.

"I don't care," she said softly,

His chest hummed as he chuckled. "I was hoping you would say that."

Wow, hmm, I wasn't planning on that happening :/ I swear this story just writes itself sometimes. So sorry about delaying the dinner even further! I PROMISE it will be in the next chapter :)

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