There were very few things in the world that could render Hermione Granger speechless. In fact, up to this moment, there were only 3 things that had ever rendered her speechless. One was whenever Harry or Ron knew something she didn't. One was when someone told her knowledge was not important. And one had been when she had sat down in her little flat in Knockturn Alley shortly after she left the final battle and realized fully what she had done. Now, she regretted to say, there was a new one to add to the list. It was Draco Malfoy pressing her against the door of the bathroom with his hands on her hips, his lips on hers, and his growing erection pressing into her stomach while there was a party going on downstairs in his own Manor where his fiancé was. It wasn't only that that had rendered her speechless. It was also the fact that it excited her so much. She craved it, his touch, his kiss, his very presence. She had known something had changed between them. She had felt it before. But until now, she had not truly realized how far they had come.

"Wait," she gasped when his lips finally left hers to her neck.

"What?" he growled against her skin, though he stopped his ministrations.

"Your fiancé is downstairs," she reminded him. She knew he knew that already, but she felt the need to have it stated. To have it out there, to let them both know what this meant.

"So is your 'boyfriend'," he said the word as if it disgusted him. His hands gripped her hips tighter, though he kept his lips still. She knew he was doing the same thing. They both knew Astoria was downstairs, and that all their guests were there, and that Blaise was there. They both knew Astoria was actually his betrothed and that Blaise was her fake boyfriend. They both knew this would complete the steps of changing the relationship between them. And they both knew they needed the other's answer before they continued now that it had been brought up.

"He's not my boyfriend," she said quietly, as if to tell him it did not bother her if Blaise was there. After all, Blaise was nothing to her, just a means to explain why she would be around Draco, and a means to her survival.

That was enough for Draco. He bit lightly into her neck before licking the skin over it and sucking it into his mouth. She moaned, her arms wrapping around him and into his hair. One of his hands moved down to her thigh and pulled it up, wrapping it around his waist. She wrapped her other leg around him as well, loving the feel of his erection against her. It made her wet just in anticipation. He pressed himself harder into her to brace her against the door. He brought his hand up to knead one of her breasts through her dress as he moved up to claim her lips again. "You look too good," he growled. "You're taunting me, aren't you? Coming here, looking like this, on his arm. You wanted this reaction from me. You wanted this."

She just moaned, unable to deny this. In truth, she hadn't done anything to taunt him, but she could not lie and say she had not hoped it would. He pulled her dress up around her hips and ground himself against her core. Her knickers were a restraint to her. She needed to feel him against her skin. She needed him in her. But he teased her, he pressed himself against her, thrust against her, moaned lowly in her ear. She groaned in frustration. They didn't have time for this, and she did not have the patience. She needed him, now. She was ready already, she was soaked, and she needed him in her. She knew he wanted her to beg, to admit she had done this to taunt him, but something in her refused to give in, despite the need that was reaching desperation. If he didn't break soon, she definitely would. Wanting to win this game, she tugged on his hair and pulled his head forward until her lips were to his ear. Daringly, she nipped on his earlobe, and whispered. "Fuck me."

He groaned before reaching down and pulling her knickers to the side. In one swift move, he entered her and buried himself to the hilt. His lips had moved to her neck, and she could feel his hot groan against her neck. She tightened her fists in his hair, holding him to her as he began his thrusts, slow and deliberate.

"You're not his," he whispered as he sped up, his hands gripping her hips hard. She knew her skin would bruise later but she didn't care. As always, he made her forget everything else, everything but him and her and his cock, which seemed to hold her only shred of happiness. "I don't care how many parties he brings you to. You'll never be his."

"Only yours," she promised.

He growled as one hand moved to her core, rubbing her clit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was nearing her orgasm, and every cell in her body was on fire. His Thrusts were growing faster and harder each time, hitting her g spot every single. She could feel him tense, reaching his end too. She was so close now, so close. Hermione knew he needed her to cum before he did. Finally, she cried out when he pinched her bundle of nerves, causing her to fall over the edge. He thrust into her a few more times before coming as well. She felt him shudder against her before he buried his face into her neck and breathed heavily.

They stood there for a few moments like that, with her legs around his hips, her fingers tangled in his hair, his hands on her hips, and his face on her neck. Finally, he let her down, and she straightened her dress. Her knickers were ruined, and as she looked in the mirror, she saw her hair was all over the place. She was not surprised to see that she looked as if she had been thoroughly fucked. But she was disgruntled to see that he looked perfectly put together save for the slight flush that had taken hold on his face. He fixed his robes quickly before looking at her. "If he touches you, I wil kill him. Inform you boyfriend." Again, his tone sounded like the word disgusted him.

She nodded silently and moved aside so he could leave. He was needed at his party, especially since his fiancé was there, but she needed the few minutes alone before she went to find Blaise. She waited till she heard the click of the door closing before sighing and leaning against the wall. How did he do it? How did he make everything else seem so unimportant when he was with her, when he was in her? She realized slowly that he had seeped into every pore of her body. She took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. "Get a grip, Hermione," she whispered to her reflection. "You're not Jean Wyler. You need to stay focused. You're only doing this so you can save Harry." Harry. He was what was important, and she realized Harry was who she needed to talk to right now. She needed her best friend.

"When you call, I'll always come, Hermione," he was suddenly behind her.

She looked at him through the mirror. "What is wrong with me?"

"You've been alone for a long time," her Harry told her, a sad smile on his face. "It's normal to crave human contact."

"But his?" she asked.

"Even Ginny told he she thought he was an attractive bloke," Harry shrugged. "Even if he is a git."

She smiled and sighed. "I need you back, Harry. I need you here. It's not the same without you. Not even if I can conjure you up in my mind."

"Is it safe?" he asked after a moment. His green eyes looked thoughtful. "Is it time?"

"I think it almost is," she said after thinking about it.

"Well, when it is," he smiled at her. "Come and get me. I told you, Hermione. I'll always come when you call. In the meantime, however, maybe you should get back to the party before your fake boyfriend starts to wonder if you're trying to do yourself in."

She laughed. "He might actually wish it."

"Nah, not while you look like that, at least," Harry smirked. "You look beautiful, Hermione. I'm sure he wants to show you off for tonight."

"The mudblood in the den of the snakes," she grumbled. "It's like I'm a bloody novelty."

"I'll fix that," he promised. "When you call me back, I promise, I'll fix that."

"I know," she smiled. That was her Harry, always ready to help everyone. It was one of the things she loved about him. Even with the hardships of his life, and the burdens he had to bear, he still had the compassion and heart of 50 men. He disappeared then and she quickly fixed her hair and dress. Back to the snake's hole, she thought as she left the bathroom and went back to the party to find Blaise.

Kind of a filler and kind of short, I know. I couldn't really put the next part because it's too important and too long. I think that one's definitely going to need its own chapter and since it's the next day, that shall be the next chapter but I already started writing it because I have the idea in my head and I'm too excited now not too :D Anyways, I did promise I'd be better at updating :D Thanks for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you thought! (And be prepared because in the next chapter, shit will get SERIOUS.)