A/N: Smut ahead, but without romantic fluff because they're not there yet. If you're not into smut you can pretty much skip this entire chapter, and it's along one because there didn't seem to be a good place to break it. You've been warned.

Chapter 13: The act gets together

Draco took her hand and cast a disillusionment spell around them and they made their way up the ancient stairs without anyone noticing them. He would settle the bill later. Right now he wasn't inclined to stop.

They went to the far end of the hallway on the second floor and tried a door at the end. It opened. It was unoccupied. Draco pulled her inside and cast locking and silencing spells. He didn't want them to be disturbed.

As the spells took effect he pulled her towards him and kissed her. They kissed roughly, urgently, their hands exploring each other finally. He pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She waited impatiently for him to pull his own shirt off and as it, too, fell to the floor she ran her hands along his pale chest.

Oh gods, she thought, he is beautiful. She placed small, open-mouthed kisses on his chest, making her way to his nipple, which she took between her teeth and nipped gently.

He hissed sharply at the sensation and quickly unhooked the plain white lace bra and it joined her shirt on the floor. He cupped her breasts, loving the full heaviness of them against his palms. "Merlin, you are lovely Granger." He bent his head to her breasts and nuzzled them. "Beautiful. Better than I ever imagined," he sighed. He gently pinched her nipples, remembering how she had responded in the common room.

She arched toward him and moaned. "Malfoy. Please."

"Please what? What do you want, Granger? Tell me." His voice was low and intense. "Use my name, Granger."

"Please Draco. Please." She didn't know what she was pleading for, exactly. She wanted him so badly that she ached but in the moment there was no way to articulate it for him.

He laid impatient kisses along her neck as he guided her in a kind of shuffling dance to the bed and when she felt the bed against the back of her legs he stepped away and unbuttoned his jeans and they joined the growing pile on the floor. "Take your clothes off, Granger, I want to see you."

She did and stood in front of him, naked and trembling under his gaze. He took her in. Merlin she is so beautiful, he thought. He pulled her up against him and the air around them felt electric when he felt her skin against him, finally gods after all this time, and dropped to his knees in front of her, his tongue trailing a wet path down her belly as he went.

She felt the warmth of a contraceptive spell as it settled into her pelvis. Thank gods he had remembered. That made one of them at least.

She was completely naked now, her skin smooth and soft. He parted her lower lips with his thumbs, exposing her throbbing heat. His cock jerked at the sight. "Do you want me to do this, Granger?" She nodded. "Use words, Granger. Tell me what you want."

"I can't. Please Draco." She slid her hands behind his head as she looked down at him. "Please."

He held her eyes and stroked her clit with his tongue. The intensity of his eyes was too much and her head fell back and she whimpered "Oh gods.." and she slipped her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place and the universe contracted into just the space around them as his tongue began a relentless rhythm of stroking licking sucking and her hips moved in time with him. He nudged her knees apart and slid a long finger along her soft folds, still sucking and licking. Then he pulled away from her and licked his lips. She was so wet. She tasted so good. He needed more. Much more.

He stood and eased her back onto the bed. "Lie back, Granger." He instructed. She did. "Now open your legs for me. Yes, like that. Open up for me Granger." he groaned, stroking his cock and staring at her laid out for him on the bed, her glistening wetness like an offering, as she arched her spine and began to stroke herself. "Oh sweet fuck that is so sexy," he sounded hoarse.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees and spread her legs. "Don't stop. Play with your pussy for me, Granger. Show me how you like it."

She moaned and turned her face away from him but did as he instructed. She felt completely exposed, she had never made herself so vulnerable in front of a lover before but the idea of it aroused her almost as much as the idea of coming for him in the bar had. She fingered her clit, stroking it firmly with her middle finger, her hips moving in time with her hand.

"Yes, good girl, just like that." Just as he'd been taught, he watched carefully as she began to stroke and gently pinch her swollen clit, then slipped the middle finger of her other hand as far into her slick wetness as she could, pumping into herself, licking her lips and beginning to moan softly. He was mesmerized.

He pulled her hands away finally. "That's enough. My turn. Play with your tits now Granger," he instructed. He lifted her knees and held her legs open with his hands, watched her caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples and then when he couldn't hold back a second longer, he plunged his tongue as deep into her as he could reach.

She jerked and moaned loudly. "Oh yes, yes, yes.." He licked up from her pussy to her clit in long wet strokes, flicking then pressing his tongue firmly onto her throbbing, wet nub as she placed her hands behind his head and ground her hips against his mouth. "Please Malfoy please please.." He lifted his head and she moaned in frustration.

"Use my name, Granger," he said. "Or else I will stop." He held her thighs open, watching her face, waiting.

When she sighed "Please don't stop, Draco," he bent his head and resumed licking and then slid two fingers deep into her hot wetness and pumped hard and fast as he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked, flicking it with his tongue at the same time.

Her body stiffened for what seemed like an eternity and he felt her pussy walls contract around his fingers. He sucked hard and bit down very gently. She cried out his name as her body convulsed, shuddering and twitching and she came for him in hard pulsing waves.

When her body slowed he moved up and lay on top of her, his body heavy on hers, and kissed her deeply. "Gods you taste so sweet, Granger," he murmured against her lips. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about that." She returned his kiss, moaning. His legs were outside of hers, holding her knees tightly together.

"Please let me open my legs Draco," she pleaded.

"Why, Granger, what do you want?" She squirmed and pumped her hips towards him. He looked into her eyes. "Tell me Granger. I'm not doing it until you tell me."

"Draco please.. I want you.."

He persisted. "What do you want?" he demanded. She was frantic, trying to open her legs for him. "Tell me, Granger."

"I can't! Please. Please Draco. Please." She rolled her hips up against him, needing desperately to feel him inside her finally, but still unable to tell him.

He growled and released her and she immediately spread her legs as wide as possible. "Now Draco. Now ..."

They both gasped as he slammed into her in one stroke, feeling her still pulsing from her orgasm.

The earth seemed to fall out from under him as he entered her for the first time. "Like this, Granger? You like to be fucked hard like this?" he pumped into her hard, the slick sound of their coupling filling their ears and she cried out with each thrust "Yes yes yes yes.."

He pulled away briefly to lift her legs, placing her calves on his shoulders, then rammed into her again, the new position allowing him deeper penetration and then he rested his weight on his elbows and fucked her like he had promised. Thrusting into her hard again and again, groaning with each pump of his hips, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. He watched her and when her face began to contort and she was whimpering "oh oh oh fuck fuck fuck…" he increased the pace and force of his thrusts, as he reached for her nipples and squeezed. "Come for me Granger, come for me, that's it.."

She came violently, pinned down by the weight of his body, her hands clenched as she clutched the bedding above her head.

"Oh .. my.. gods.. " her body trembled as she came down. She felt him still hard and throbbing inside her as he waited for her. Finally she smiled up at him. "It's your turn to tell me what you want, Malfoy."

He considered that for a moment. He did not share her apparent reluctance to express needs. He pulled out and knelt up between her legs. "I want to come all over those gorgeous tits. But we can do that another time. For now I want you to suck me off until I come in your mouth. Finish what you started downstairs."

She sat up and moved closer to him, slipping her legs between his knees. She closed her hand around his twitching member and used it to slowly stroke her breasts, teasing her nipples with the weeping head, her own wetness joining his and glistening on her skin. His breathing quickened at the erotic sight.

She looked up into his eyes and she pumped his cock slowly, brushing the tip with her thumb on each upstroke, as he began to pump into her hand, she dipped her head, so that with each of his thrusts forward, she sucked him into her mouth. "Yes, that's so good, don't stop," he moaned. She cupped his balls with her other hand, caressing them gently.

He parted his knees. "Further back." She did as he directed. 'Feel that smooth bit just behind my balls?" She slid her finger to the spot and hummed. "Stroke me there. Gently. Don't stop sucking." She sucked and he pumped and she stroked and she hummed, a gentle purr, at the pleasure she was giving him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and shuddered. "oh fuck Granger..fuck .. yes.. yes.." She tried to take even more of him into her mouth, sucking greedily, squeezing the base gently, rhythmically stroking and he lost all sense of time, moaning incoherently, the reality and their fantasy finally morphing into one, pumping into her mouth faster and faster.

She felt him getting close and she pumped faster and continued to suck and then she wrapped her other arm around his hips, pulled his cock as far into her mouth as she could, feeling the head slide to the back of her throat. When she felt sure that he had reached the point of no return she took a deep breath and pulled him further in and swallowed reflexively, her throat muscles pulsing around the head of his cock. He stiffened and his head fell back as he roared "AAAH FUCK!" as he exploded, releasing warm pulsing jets down her throat. She swallowed and his thrusts slowed and then stopped and she pulled away from him and kissed the tip of his cock as it slipped from her mouth. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down and they fell onto the bed, him on top of her, a warm heavy tangle of limbs, and he kissed her lazily, panting.

They kissed slowly, both breathing heavily, maintaining eye contact.

He was the first to speak. "Wow."

She nodded. "I know. Was it the magic?" She watched his face as he thought about it. Somehow she really hoped it hadn't been.

"No. I don't think so. I don't know about you but I didn't have the presence of mind to focus on magic." He grinned. "It was absolutely intense because it just was. And can we just reflect for a moment on that thing you did with your throat? Fucking hell!"

She stretched sinuously against him and laughed softly. "Well you were right about one thing," she said with a small lazy smile. "I forgot my own name."

"Yes, but apparently you remembered mine." He was inordinately pleased about that.

They lay like that, all wrapped in each other, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

She woke slowly, vaguely aware of him next to her, one of his large hands on her belly as she lay on her back. He must have pulled the sheets over them at some point in the night. She opened her eyes slightly, noticing the light was dim and grey, it was very early morning. She hadn't woken up next to a man in a long time. She tested the feeling for a moment, finally decided that she liked the feeling of waking up next to this one.

She turned and looked at his face and found him watching her. He moved his hand softly over her belly. Her heart began to beat hard as she felt the warmth of the contraceptive charm settle and realized his intention. "Good morning, Granger."

"Good morning, Malfoy. Did you sleep well?"

"Very well indeed, thank you." he grinned at her, pulling the sheet away from their bodies. The cool morning air chilled her skin and her nipples pebbled. He noticed and moved his hand up from her belly to cup one and then the other breast, gently, lazily. "You really do have gorgeous tits, Miss Granger." He tweaked her nipple gently, watching her face.

"Help yourself, Mr Malfoy," she smiled.

"How kind, don't mind if I do," he returned, eyes twinkling. He pulled her closer to him, still on her back, he on his side, and bent his legs under hers so that his thighs nestled against her arse, draping her legs over his. She could feel his erection coming to life against her. He raised himself up on one elbow and leaned over her, kneading her breast with his hand, capturing the eager nipple in his mouth, and then gave a sharp unexpected nip. She arched up and gasped and he quickly licked the peak and blew softly onto it, the cool air soothing and hardening the nipple immediately. "Mmm, delicious," he teased her.

"Do that again," she said. "It's good." He did, nipping, licking, blowing, sucking. She sighed. Pain, pleasure, cool, warm. So good. His hand glided down between her legs and he parted her knees enough so that he could slip his fingers into her.

"So wet already Granger?" His voice was husky. "Is that for me?"

She blushed, a delicate pink spreading across her chest.

He smiled. "Don't be embarrassed. It's very sexy."

He bent his head to suck on her nipples again, slowly stroking her wet, throbbing clit. He sank one long finger into her warm wetness. Then another. . The soft wet sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of her aroused them both further. She moaned softly. He pressed his now hard cock against her bottom.

"Do you like that, Granger?" his voice low and gravelly. She nodded. He chuckled. "Still not ready to use your words for me, hm?" He placed his mouth against her ear. "Is the Princess afraid?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear and making her squirm against his cock.

She reached down and pulled his hand away from her pussy. He watched intently as she brought his fingers to her mouth and then groaned out loud as she licked and sucked each finger, her eyes never leaving his. "The Princess is afraid of nothing," she said, her own voice rough. "But the Dragon renders her incapable of coherent thought, let alone words.'

His breathing was uneven, shallow as he returned her gaze. "Try," he said. "Please. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. I'll give you whatever you want."

She took a shaky breath. She didn't know how, but she couldn't say no to him. "I want to hear you talk to me, even if I can't respond," she began. "When your voice gets deep and low it's so sexy I can hardly breathe. I want your hands and mouth on me. I want to feel you deep inside me right now. Please."

He reached down between her legs and guided his cock into her wetness, hearing her sigh as he slid in, then he started to slowly pump into her. Long, lazy strokes.

"Was that so hard? Play with your clit, Granger. I want to watch you make yourself come while I fuck you."

She reached down and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and began to stroke her clit. She watched his face as he watched her hand, enjoying the intensity of his eyes and the sound of his ragged breathing. She lifted the knee closest to him and hooked her leg over his waist, opening herself up further. "Look Malfoy." He could now see his cock slipping into her from underneath, while her fingers stroked her clit. "Does that look good?"

His head swam. It was an incredibly erotic sight. He moaned. "Yes, Princess, it looks very good."

She lifted her hand briefly and slipped her fingers into his mouth. He sucked and licked, breathing in the scent of her on her fingers, until she moved her hand back down and resumed stroking herself. "I think so too," she murmured. "Look at that beautiful cock, Dragon, how deep it slides into my pussy. Look how hard you are, how wet you make me." He moaned. He had wanted her to talk to him, but he had underestimated how devastatingly sexy it would be.

They watched themselves fucking, their breathing harsh. He held her legs open, she squeezed her breasts with one hand and rubbed her clit hard with the other, he pushed his cock into her, deep slow thrust after thrust. Neither of them could tear their eyes away from the sight.

"Draco.."

He looked at her finally.

"Fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me hard and deep and rough." Draco thought his heart would stop. With a loud howl he plunged into her, ramming into her as hard as he could. Her hands began to work faster and faster, the closer she got the less she was able to form words, except his name. "Draco Draco Draco oh god oh god .." She cried out with every thrust, his hips pistoning into her forcefully, then "Oh gods going to... "

He pulled her hand away from her breast, took her erect nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, biting down gently, sucking again, fucking her with all the power he had, out of control. He came first, arching his back as he slammed into her, shouting his release.

He pulled her hand away from her pussy and took over, and a few seconds later her orgasm roared through her. They seemed to come forever, each of them cresting off the orgasm of the other, on and on, until finally they lay still, their chests heaving, hearts thumping, staring wide-eyed at each other.

"Sweet mother of Merlin," Draco was eventually able to speak. "You are amazing. I thought I would wake you up with slow and easy morning sex." He looked at her, awed.

"That was neither slow nor easy, Dragon," she whispered, her eyes closed. "That was absolutely fucking incredible."

He had to agree.

When they walked back into the common room, Blaise and Ginny were just thanking Tinky for breakfast. Ginny stopped what she was doing and stared, her hands on her hips.

"And what time is this to come home, Miss? Where exactly have you been!?" she demanded, doing her best Molly Weasley impression. Tinky squeaked in alarm and disappeared with a soft pop.

Draco and Blaise exchanged an amused look as Hermione hung her head in mock shame. "I'm sorry mum. I got picked up by a bad wizard in a bar."

Blaise joined in. "Shocking! How bad exactly was this wizard, cara?"

"Yes, Granger, how bad was he?" Draco drawled, his eyes teasing her.

They all turned back to Hermione, waiting expectantly.

She answered solemnly. "He was very bad. Very very bad. And he was exceptionally good."

Ginny threw Blaise a broad grin then turned back to Hermione. She pointed towards the bedrooms sternly. "Go to your room, Miss, immediately!"

Hermione nodded. As she made her way towards her room, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her to him with a laugh, planting a kiss on her mouth before sternly sending her on her way. "Go on then, and think about what you've done!"

As soon as Hermione was out of earshot Ginny gave a gleeful "Yes!" before grabbing a couple of pumpkin pasties and headed off to join Hermione.

Blaise reached for a plate and handed it to Draco, then got one for himself. "So, Drake, anything you'd like to share?" his amusement evident in his eyes.

Draco chuckled softly. "What do you want to know, Zabini?" He helped himself to some breakfast.

"Everything, of course. What was it like? Is the Princess really as uptight as we thought at school?" He grinned and winked. "Did you completely unravel her?"

"First, it was mind blowing. Second, the Princess is everything we hoped but nothing like we thought at school. Third, yes of course I unraveled her, and then she unraveled me right back. And fourth, that's all you're getting out of me."

Blaise raised his eyebrows in surprise. No details? That was not like Draco. Pureblood male heirs were taught to use sex as a tool of seduction and manipulation. Relationships based on emotions were rare and frowned upon. They approached it much like a chess match. They also shared partners from time to time, so they gave one another tips on what turned a particular witch into a screaming mess. It was completely normal for them to discuss the details of their encounters.

He regarded his friend thoughtfully for a moment and then continued, quietly. "Wasn't it you, Drake, who warned me to be careful? You are bad at taking your own advice."

"Yes, it was me. And may I remind you that you ignored my advice before I did? Speaking of which, how was your evening?"

Blaise grinned. "It was awesome. We got hardly any sleep, stayed up talking and laughing. And shagging, obviously." He added hastily.

Draco stared. "Talking and laughing? You might want to reconsider my advice, Zabini."

"I will when you do, Malfoy."

Ginny jumped onto the bed and bounced excitedly. "Tell me everything. You promised!" She handed Hermione a pasty and munched, waiting.

Hermione laughed. "I promised nothing. And you know I'm not going to give you a blow by blow…. as it were.."

Ginny looked disappointed. "Well, tell me as much as you're going to tell me then. Was it good?"

"Yes, it was good. It was better than good. You were right."

"Of course I was right. Better than good, was it? So does Malfoy deserve his reputation?"

Hermione considered. "I've never been with any other contenders for the title, so I can't make a comparison, but I can tell you that it was without a doubt the best sex of my life and he is everything the rumours said. And that is definitely all I'm saying. The subject is now closed. How was your evening? Tell me everything."

Ginny sighed and fell back onto the pillows. "It was magical, Mione. He is so passionate and masterful. He can be gentle and tender one moment and rough and demanding the next. We chatted and laughed and drank wine and made love until the sun was coming up."

"Excuse me? 'Made love'!? When did Ginny Weasley stop shagging and start making love?" Hermione demanded.

Ginny sat up slowly, her face solemn now. "I know, I know. But he's so different than I thought, Mione. He's really nice, and smart, and funny." She sighed. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

Hermione sat down next to her and put an arm around her friend's shoulders. "It does seem that way."

Even then, she was completely oblivious to the trouble she was in herself.