Ginny climbed into bed, pulling the canopy curtains around her. Safe in her cocoon, she thought about tomorrow, and what it would bring.

She would give her virginity to Draco.

Ginny closed her eyes.

Tomorrow, she thought hungrily. I will have sex for the first time.

She ran her hands slowly down her body.

Draco had a Potions tutorial scheduled with the Traumatised First Years, and Hermione decided to pay them a visit. It's been ages since she saw her dear First Years, she reasoned.

Not because she wants to jump the tutor and shag him into the middle of next week. At all.

She smiled to herself as she headed to the dungeons.

'You see?' said Ron, staring after Hermione as she floated past him, completely oblivious to his presence. 'Something weird is going on in the dungeons. First Lavender, now Hermione.'

'And Ginny, possibly,' Harry added. And Pansy, definitely, he added silently.

Ron whirled around and faced Harry in a panic. 'Whaddya mean?

Harry took a wise step backward. 'I happened to notice Ginny and Malfoy trade barbs on the Quidditch pitch during the last game…' he trailed off.

Ron's face was purple. 'Were they flirting?' he roared.

'No! Um. I don't know.' Once again, Harry regretted opening his yap before he thought. 'They… bantered. That's all.'

'Bantered,' said Ron.

'Yeah. Bantered.'

Ron curled his fist. 'If I find out that the sleaziest wanker Slytherin's ever kept within its slimy walls has touched my sister, I'll – I'll – I'll –'

Steam practically ran out of his ears.

Harry patted Ron on the back. 'I hear you,' he said grimly.

Hermione entered a Potions classroom - the likes of which she'd never seen before. What looked like a veritable whirlwind bustled around the cavernous tomb, but it was a whirlwind of happy, chatty students. Not Snape and his unworldly – like ability to spread himself over the entirety of the classroom using nothing more than the power of his shaggy eyebrows.

Draco noticed her above the harum-scarum of infantile Hogwartians. 'Hello!' he called, waving her in. 'What brings you to this den of insanity?'

Hermione laughed, wading her way through a bunch of excited First Years who wanted to wrap their sticky hands around their original mentor and tell her, loudly and in intricate detail, exactly what they'd gotten up to since she last saw them.

To her, that was a universe away; so much had happened since then.

She finally made it to the platform where Draco was lounging against Snape's desk. 'What happened?' she laughed. 'Did you replicate them?'

Draco grinned. 'Word somehow spread of the tutorials, and I was approached by a delegation of Traumatised Second Years, and well, I couldn't really say no…'

Hermione smiled, a smile only for him. 'You could have said no, but you didn't.'

Draco's cheeks turned cutely pink.

She leaned in to his ear. I'm just here to observe,' she whispered. 'Watching you teach turns me on.'

Merlin's blue balls!

Draco looked down at his shoes, willing his erection to subside. He wrapped his robes around him, just in case.

'Okay, everyone!' he called. 'Find a seat, this is a theory tutorial. No messy, blow-uppy experiments today.'

'Aww!' groaned his full classroom as they slouched into place.

Draco fixed them with a Look, but only at a quarter of its usual power. The kiddies giggled, and settled.

He headed to the blackboard. 'Right. The first table to write down – correctly, I might add - all twelve uses for dragon blood gets to leave here ten minutes early. Go!'

A classroom-full of heads immediately bent over their tables, scribbling, arguing and giggling.

Hermione watched them fondly.

Feeling Draco near her, her body longed for him.

Delayed gratification.

Hermione was helping Draco pack up after the tutorial when he felt his rear pocket heat up. Where he kept his Protean charm.

He glanced at the time. Oh, bugger all the nine circles of hell! He was meant to meet Ginny.

Hermione noticed him slow. 'You all right?'

He smiled briefly. 'Yeah. I'd forgotten I have an appointment, but I'll see you later. I hope?'

She quirked her head and smiled. 'Of course. See you later.'

'Yeah. Definitely.'

Hermione bounced out of the classroom, and Draco's stomach turned to lead.

Draco opened the door to the Room of Requirement and peered around it. 'Hey.'

'Hey.' Ginny was sitting on the bed, still clothed, thanks be to Merlin. 'Not like you to be the last one here.'

'Potions tutorial. The little brats make a hell of a mess.'

'Professor Malfoy.' She grinned. 'It sounds less ridiculous the more you say it.'

Despite himself, he smiled, and closed the door. He headed to the bedside table, and took a gigantic slug of Firewhisky.

Ginny watched him. 'As much as it pains me to say it, I've gotten to know you. You're nervous. How come?'

Draco looked away. 'Red, I have to say, I've grown to like you. Very much.'

'Oh, gods,' Ginny murmured. 'You're dumping me.'

'We were never together, love. I can't dump you.'

He sat next to her. He didn't touch her. He knew very well when she would and would not be touched. Gods. She was right. They did know each other.

Eventually she looked at him. Her face was serene, but her eyes were misty. 'Why?'

He opted for a semblance of the truth. 'As outrageous as it may seem,' he began, 'I've fallen in love with someone. And I want to be true to her. I want to retire from the man-whore life. Just be a one-woman bloke.'

Ginny let her head fall forward. Her brilliant hair fell down, obscuring her face.

'Gin,' he whispered.

Nothing.

'I'm sorry, love. But I can't sleep with you.'

A hiccup sounded underneath the hair.

He bit his lip. 'Throughout these lessons, you always thought I was a jackass, right?'

She huffed. 'Hell, yeah.'

'I'm still a jackass, right?'

'No truer word was ever spoken.'

'Do you love me?'

Ginny sputtered and looked up at him, sweeping her hair back. 'Are you out of your tiny little mind?'

'Good.' He smirked, but at a dialled-down level. 'For a minute, I was worried.'

Ginny sighed, then settled into his offered arm. 'I'm just disappointed. I've come so far, and now…'

Draco kissed her hair. 'The last step is yours. To choose who you want to give your virginity to. If it's Blaise, let him know that you're smaller than average, and that he has to be slow and gentle and not go in all the way. I'm sure it will be fine.'

Ginny nodded, and they sat side by side for a while.

'Malfoy?'

'Yep?

'Who's the girl?'

He was silent for a bit. Then he said 'Someone I don't deserve. Someone who could turn me into a good man.'

Silence.

Then Ginny said: 'I hope you'll both be happy.'

He hugged her. Their last one. He'll always be fond of this lovely, fiery Weasley.

Draco stood outside the Portrait Hole for the Heads' Dorm, trying to ignore the ugly old bat on guard duty.

'I know your sort!' she hissed from her rickety rocking chair. 'Hussy!'

Hussy? Draco rolled his eyes. Good grief.

'Look, lady, if that's what you are, I haven't climbed all these bloody stairs for the pleasure of being insulted by you. I'm waiting for the Head Girl, who invited me, to let me in. So you can quit the insults and try and pretend to be civil, or I will silence you myself.'

The old bat's jowls wobbled like jelly as her mouth fell open with shock. 'In all my years at Hogwarts, I've never been subjected to such rudeness in my life' –

Draco pulled out his wand.

'All right, all right!' she snapped. She crossed her arms and rocked furiously.

Silence.

'You know,' said Draco after a while, 'you won't have to put up with me if you let me in.'

She glared at him.

Then the portrait swung open.

'Ma'am,' said Draco, respectfully tipping an imaginary hat to her as he climbed through.

Hermione was in the bathroom, wearing two towels, fretting because she knew she was abominably late. What on earth possessed Ron to grab her as she left the dungeons and subject her to a rambling interrogation about Ginny's recent behaviour?

She flushed guiltily. She hadn't spoken to Ginny in a while. What a shit friend she was.

She yanked off the towel covering her wet hair. Shaking it out, she quickly applied some Muggle anti-frizzle serum and stuck a hand out for her –

Oh, blast! Where the hell did she leave her wand?

Aha! Downstairs on the kitchenette bench.

She hurtled out of the bathroom and down the stairs –

'Looking for this?'

A blonde Adonis stood in her Common Room, holding out her wand with a sexy smile.

'Oh!' Hermione grinned and stepped into Draco's arms. 'Don't tell me you got that grouchy old besom eating out of your hand, too?'

'Hardly.' Draco started to pull her close, but stopped. 'Is Zabini in?'

'No. He said he was studying with Nott in the Library.'

'Good.' Draco brought her body in close to his and kissed her upturned mouth.

Each time he saw Hermione, he honestly thought she couldn't look any better. But he had to admit that a damp Hermione with wet hair and surrounded by one teeny, tiny towel was doing wild things to his libido.

Very wild things.

Hermione noticed. She stood on her tip-toes and put her lips to Draco's ear. 'Do you go through most of the day with a hard-on, Mr Malfoy?'

'When I'm around you? Yes. In fact, I haven't yet thanked you for the erection you gave me in the Traumatised First and Second Years Potions tutorial.' He nipped her earlobe gently and took it into his mouth. 'I could have traumatised them for another reason altogether.'

Hermione closed her eyes and trembled. 'Surely a punishment would be more appropriate?'

'Dear gods, woman, don't tempt me,' he said softly. He sought her mouth again.

Draco pressed her shapely, towel-clad body up hard against his, while she remained on tip-toe and ran her hands through his hair. Their kiss seemed endless.

Eventually, Hermione pulled away from Draco, breathing hard. Her lips were beautifully swollen. 'Upstairs,' she got out.

Draco scooped her into his arms and headed to her bedroom.

'It's your turn.'

Draco pretended to sigh. 'I just had my turn.'

Hermione smiled ferally. 'I've only got one item of clothing on. And it's not even clothing.'

Draco looked down at himself. He was wearing shoes, socks, trousers, underwear and his tie. Without the shirt. Hermione told him to leave the tie on.

He shook his head and smirked at her. 'All right. What's next, Princess?'

'Shoes and socks,' she decided. 'Too unsexy.'

He did as his beautiful girl demanded.

'Is it still my turn?'

'Oh, yes,' she purred. 'I think I'll choose…' She looked him up and down, slowly. 'The trousers.'

Draco smirked again. 'You mean these?' He pointed to his pants.

'Indeed I do.'

He'll get his lovely little witch yet. 'So, I guess I should undo my belt, then?' He slowly pulled the belt through its loop. And stopped.

Hermione's eyes grew darker with arousal.

'Should I remove the belt?' he asked in a low voice.

'Yes,' she breathed.

He undid his belt, and pulled it through the loops of his trousers with agonising slowness, not taking his eyes off Hermione. When the belt was free, he dropped it to the floor.

Her pulse beat erratically in her throat. He longed to put his mouth on it.

He took a step towards her. 'Should I undo the fastener?'

She nodded, her eyes wide.

He did so, and his trousers settled a little lower on his hips. He left one hand on the waistband, waiting.

'Please,' she whispered.

'The zipper, then?'

'You're driving me crazy, Draco!'

He raised an arrogant eyebrow, and stood before her where she sat on the bed. He slowly unzipped his trousers, then pulled them down, together with his boxer briefs. He couldn't wait any longer.

Hermione stared at his proud erection, only millimetres from her face. She looked up into Draco's burning eyes. She took him by his tie and pulled him down for her kiss.

He continued the momentum and laid her down across the bed, settling over her, never breaking the kiss.

Merlin knows when he vanished Hermione's towel. She certainly couldn't tell you.

'Why do I need a safe word?'

Draco dropped his face onto the duvet. Are Gryffindor women always this bloody stubborn?

Looking at her again, he gently said 'Because, love of my life, it's your first time. It's probably going to be uncomfortable, but there's the possibility that it could be painful. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But I might not be able to tell from your body language or moans. A safe word means that I know immediately that you're in pain; and I'll stop.'

Hermione's face softened. The selfless, intuitive side of Draco still took getting used to. But it was lovely to see. And she loved to see it when he was with her. 'Okay,' she said. She thought for a second. 'How about 'Snape'?'

Draco shuddered. 'I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you.'

Snape must be a dark wizard, he thought. How could the very mention of the Professor's name make his erection decide it had better things to do than be erect? Such as not be erect?

She giggled. 'Oops.' She tried again. 'Okay. How about' –

'No Professors' names, please,' he begged her.

She looked at him. 'Fine. How about 'Siamese'?'

He tried it out in his head. Draco Junior had no objections. 'Done.' He settled onto the bed and pulled Hermione on top of him. 'Come here,' he whispered over her lips.

He'd been thinking about it ever since he had her in his bed.

Screw that.

Long before he had her in his bed.

Her taste. Her mind-blowing, sanity-eroding taste that could have come from either heaven or hell. Just one sip from her soaking core, and he'd die a happy man.

He'd coaxed Hermione into a sitting position above him, rubbing over his aching cock. Initially a little uncertain, her movements were jerky and stiff, but as she grew to enjoy rubbing over him, her body relaxed into flowing movements. Right now, he stared in awe at the sight of her high breasts bobbing as she ground her hips on him, her damp hair flung back as she moaned her need.

Her juices were coating his cock. He was nearly insane with desire.

'Come up here, love,' he whispered, grasping her by her hips.

She crawled along him, flicking her tongue over his lips. 'Where?'

'Here.'

She shrieked as Draco grasped her waist and pulled her up so that her glistening core was suspended over his waiting mouth.

'No, Draco' –

'Shh, love, it's okay,' he said. This was agony! Her pussy was so, so close. 'Do you trust me?'

Hermione gripped the bedhead, her cheeks rosy red. 'I – I do.'

'Use the safe word if you don't feel comfortable.'

'Uh-huh,' she said shakily.

Draco moved Hermione's body those last few centimetres, then lowered her pussy onto his lips and tongue.

He plunged his tongue straight into her hot, wet channel, sending Hermione into a paroxysm of bliss.

Oh, dear Gods. She tasted even better than he remembered.

He feasted on her cunt and lips, ravenously drinking her in. Hermione's moans grew, and her hips bucked over his face erratically. He anchored her by wrapping his hands around her thighs, pulling her down. He had to taste every single part of her core.

'D-Draco,' Hermione whispered on a sob, 'I – oh God' –

His beautiful woman was teetering on the edge. He flicked a thumb over her clitoris, back and forth –

'Omigod, Draco!' Hermione screamed, and convulsed over his face. His mouth was flooded with her come. He swallowed her juices ravenously until he'd had his fill. Then with shaking hands, he gently moved her back down his body and into his arms.

Wow.

After their heartrates settled, Draco continued to make to love to Hermione. He'd made her come once more when he slid his middle finger into her core, scoping out the landscape, so to speak. She felt perfect. She was perfect.

And now it was time.

Draco raised himself over her spread body, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes were wild with need, but her bottom lip – caught in her teeth – betrayed her nervousness.

He aligned his cock at her entrance and bent down to kiss her slowly, threading a hand through her curls.

'I love you so much,' he whispered.

'Oh my God,' Hermione whispered in a moan. 'I love you.'

He sheathed himself inside her.

Nirvana.

Heaven.

Wherever.

He didn't care. The most perfect place in the world was right here, inside this woman. Hot. Wet. Tight. Thrumming with the vestiges of her last orgasm.

He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open in a soundless gasp. 'You okay, love?' he asked.

Tears started to seep from her eyes.

'Oh, shit!' Draco braced himself and prepared to pull out, until he was stopped by her hand gripping his arm.

'Don't you fucking dare move!' she said fiercely.

For the first time since Godric knew how long, Draco didn't know what to do. She was crying, and it broke his heart. But she told him not to move.

'Use the safe word, love,' he whispered shakily.

'Oh, hang the bloody safe word!' Hermione cried. She opened her eyes. 'Draco,' she whispered, 'you feel so bloody amazing inside me. I'm not crying from the pain.'

Draco's erratic heartbeat began to co-operate again.

'I just need to get used to this.'

He nodded. 'Take all the time you need, love,' he said. 'I'm not going anywhere.'

Hermione giggled. Then another tear fell.

Draco held her tight.

In a little while, Hermione moved her hips. Draco's cock moved by default inside her.

It was bliss.

It was torture.

Draco pulled back a little to search Hermione's face. 'You sure?' he asked.

'Fuck me,' she whispered.

He pulled out of her tight channel, then conducted a measured thrust inside. Her body arced off the bed, and her moan was desperate. He prayed to some unknown deity, withdrew and this time thrust inside her to the hilt.

She begged for more on a broken scream.

He picked up the pace, gritting his teeth. He was so close to coming. Merlin! Soon he'd have to resort to counting backwards from one hundred in multiples of seven. Something he hadn't needed to do since he was sixteen.

Still keeping up his pace, he leaned over Hermione and whispered in her ear. 'I want you to come, love,' he breathed. 'I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock.'

'Draco…' she moaned.

'You can feel it building, can't you?' he whispered. 'I can feel the temperature of your skin rising. You're so wet, love. Can you hear my cock as it moves inside you?'

'Omigod, what are you doing to me?' Hermione sobbed, her eyes completely unseeing as she focussed on the building storm within her.

Draco sped up. 'I want to come inside you,' he whispered. 'Only you. Always you.'

Hermione's body bowed off the bed. Her head flung back, she screamed her soundless scream as she came. Her pussy gripped Draco's cock like a vice as he gave in to his body and orgasmed, filling Hermione's heated pussy with his come.

Up next – will Pansy find out what's been going on?