Chapter 13

Draco grabbed the bottle of Ogden's Fire Whisky from the Vanishing Cabinet and slammed it shut. He still wasn't about to get anything animate through, but at least it now gave him a steady supply of alcohol now. Borgin charged him out the ass for every bottle, but he wasn't running out and he didn't have to rely on Theo to smuggle them in anymore either.

Him and Pansy were making quite the show out of their sex life these days and it was starting to grate on Draco. He wished he still had Granger's knickers. He wanted to spill himself into them since that was the closest he could fucking get to her these days. She had spent the last week ignoring him and avoiding all of her usual haunts. He knew because he had been checking. Obsessively.

He pulled the cork out and threw it somewhere. Whatever. The Room of Hidden Things was a mess already; a cork or two wasn't going to make a difference. He turned the bottle up and let the fiery burn scorch his throat for a moment before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grimacing until the liquor hit his bloodstream and soaked into his brain.

That was better.

He wished he could have seen the utter shock on her cute little face when she found the knickers. He might not be a Prefect anymore, but Pansy was more than willing to tell him the password to the baths in hopes that he would join her. When Draco had spotted Granger rushing through the halls he couldn't help but follow her.

He had hardly been able to control himself when he watched her strip and sink into the water. He cursed the opalescent bubbles for hiding her body from him and wondered if she would have noticed if he cast a few vanishing spells to thin them out when she had erased every thought from his head as her hand moved under the water.

Watching Granger fuck herself had him beating off from behind the rack of fluffy white towels he was hiding in, trying to hold out and not spill himself across the floor while she was taking her time. Small gasping breaths and a high pitched moan were the most beautiful form of torture he had ever thought he could endure. And then… she had called his name. His name.

She didn't trust him, but she fucked herself to him. He could work with that.

He walked down the stairs heavily as he made his way down into the dungeons, bottle swinging in his hand. Was he inviting trouble? Yes. Did he care? No. He took another drink and felt it burn, but it didn't burn half as good as she did. He had complained before about the way she made him feel, but found himself almost… missing the wys she scorched herself across his soul.

Sweet Salazar, across his soul? What was wrong with him?

Nothing. Just drunk. He shrugged it off.

"What's up, Blaise?" Draco gave him a crooked smile as he threw himself down on the couch across from Blaise.

"Where'd you get that?" Blaise frowned and nodded to the bottle in Draco's hand.

"I have my ways," Draco smirked and held it out. "Want some?"

Blaise's eyes were dark and watchful. He reached out a long arm and took the bottle, taking a drink and handing it back.

"So I guess you're done drying out," Blaise said tonelessly.

"Who are you, my Mother?" Draco snapped and gulped down more of the amber liquid. Blaise was no angel himself, but he did give Draco disapproving looks whenever he stumbled into their dorm, drunk and barely making it to his bed before he collapsed.

"Thankfully no," Blaise leaned back. "But I am your friend."

Draco snorted. "Okay."

"I am."

He looked over to Blaise. If Draco didn't know better, he'd almost say he was being sincere.

"Then drink, friend." Draco smirked and handed the bottle back over. Blaise took another small drink, but didn't pass it back.

"What's your mystery girl think of you getting pissed every night?"

Draco bristled at the mention of Granger. He had to be careful; last time he had drank with Blaise he had let it slip that he was fucking a new girl who put all the rest to shame. Blaise had been very interested and asked way too many fucking questions before Draco realized he was answering them. Honestly.

"Not really concerned with what's here," He tapped his temple. "Only concerned with what's there." He chuckled and reached for the bottle again. Blaise hesitated before handing it over.

"Thought you liked this one," He said.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I like her bent over." Merlin, he was glad Granger couldn't hear the way he talked about her.

Blaise laughed but Draco was oddly aware of his dark eyes watching him intently. "If you say so."

"I do." Draco snapped. "So shut the fuck up about it."

Blaise held up his hands as if in surrender.

"Why are you so interested in where I'm sticking my dick?" He reached for the bottle again, but Blaise lifted it away, pretending to want more.

Draco's mind was well numbed, but he could tell that his friend was either taking small sips or only bringing it to his closed lips.

Blaise shrugged noncommittally. "You were starting to become tolerable up until this past week. You two have a row?" He asked and pretended to drink again.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly and snatched the bottle back. "It's fine," he growled. He shouldn't be drinking and talking with Blaise. But for some reason, he found it difficult not to talk about her right now.

"Well, I'm sure it's your fault," Blaise said with a small laugh.

Draco glared at him. "What makes you say that?" He snapped. It wasn't his fault. Granger had been the one who had started it with her smart mouth. He took a swig from the bottle. The things he wanted to do with her mouth…

"Because you're you," Blaise said simply. "You're an asshole, you know that right?" His dark eyes glittered.

Draco scoffed. "Only when she's being a bitch." Why was he talking about this?!

"Well if she can put up with you then she must be sent from above," Blaise smirked. "Either way," He went on before Draco could argue. "Sitting here and getting pissed again isn't going to help your case. Get off your ass and do something if you want her back."

Draco blinked and stared at Blaise. Since when did Blaise offer him advice? Since when did Blaise offer him good advice? Draco had never really seen him as more than an… associate, but here they were, acting like friends. No. Draco didn't do friends, just like he didn't do girlfriends. Or apologies.

But if Granger hadn't been a Mudblood and Gryffindor would he change his mind?

He let the fire whisky burn him again and tried not to think about how pink Granger's lips had gotten after she tried it. Or how they tasted. Or how soft they were when he bit down on them. Or how they looked with his cock in between them.

"Who says I want her back? Maybe I'm tired of her."

Blaise had an almost bored looking expression on his dark aristocratic features. "The fact that the girls aren't walking bow legged anymore tells me you're still hung up on her."

Draco laughed. "I've just had better things to do." He tried to play it off, but since Granger, Draco had been off his game. Is that why he was still playing by Granger's rules? Or was it because no one else had interested him? Not since her…

"Sure. That's why you've been moping around and snarling at anyone in a five foot radius. At least when you were fucking this mystery girl you were halfway decent." Blaise raised an eyebrow. "I've got to say, I'm curious who this girl is if she can turn your head and keep it there. She must be something special."

Draco felt the whisky slipping a smirk onto his face. "Yeah, she is."

Hermione tapped her quill against her roll of parchment absentmindedly. Harry had gone over what had happened in Slughorn's office when Ron got poisoned dozens of times and Hermione had listened carefully, trying to pick up on some clue that they were missing out on. Students were getting attacked and Hogwarts did not feel like the safe place it had once been.

Katie with the necklace and Ron with the mead had been… lucky. There was no other way to put it than that. Both should have been fatal, but neither had accomplished the goal that they had set out to do. She rubbed her forehead where a headache was growing.

Whoever was behind these attacks was reckless and… dangerous. They didn't care about casualties or innocent people getting hurt as long as their goal was accomplished. Hermione wondered if the next attempt would result in another hospitalization or in a death this time. If someone was killed there was no way that the school would be allowed to stay open.

The war was fast approaching. They all felt it, they all knew it. Harry was growing more sullen and sat there for hours, brooding over the Map where Hermione knew he was watching Malfoy. Her head pounded behind her eyes. She was terrified that Harry would be looking at the Map the next time that Malfoy found her. She sighed and sat her quill down. Because she knew, deep down, there would be a next time.

Whatever is was that was going on between her and Malfoy she couldn't stop it. She wanted it just as much as he did and with stress piling up on her she knew that she needed it.

But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to regret what she had done with Malfoy. The changes she had felt, the flames inside of her, were burning steadily and she liked the confidence that she was beginning to gain from her experiences with him. How was it that even though his hands were rough and his words degrading, she still left feeling… empowered?

She was more sure of herself now. She had never been afraid to speak her mind or boss other people around, but now she felt a certainty, an assurance in herself that she hadn't really had before. Or maybe she had and Malfoy just… encouraged it. She knew she was changing, but it felt like she was becoming more herself than she ever had been before.

After a long week of balancing schoolwork and frequent trips to the hospital wing to visit Ron Hermione was feeling worn down and ragged, but could not make sleep come no matter how she tossed and turned. Almost losing Ron had made her nightmares more frequent, but now instead of running along the dark hallways of the Department of Mysteries, she dreamt about the twisting stacks of the Restricted Section.

And instead of Ron, it was Draco's name she was shouting.

Hermione sighed and threw herself back flat onto the bed, eyes burning as they strained in the darkness. Why did Malfoy have to be so horrible? If he was only a few degrees better she might be able to tolerate him. But he had turned so cruel, so quickly… what could have caused that? He had made it perfectly clear that this arrangement they had didn't change anything about the way they felt about each other so why would he be upset if she didn't trust him?

Malfoy didn't care about anyone but himself, everyone knew that… but his face, he had been… disappointed, hurt even. Still, that didn't give him a good enough excuse to lash out at her like he had. Or sneak into the Prefect's bath and leave that note on her knickers. Those same knickers were buried at the very bottom of her trunk. Godric, if anyone ever saw them… if Ron ever found out…

Hermione sat up. Had that been his way of apologizing? Letting her know that he didn't hold anything against her? But she hadn't even done anything wrong! If he thought she was just going to give in easily he had another thing coming. She wasn't even going to consider letting him touch her again until he clearly said that he was sorry for what he had said to her and what he had called her. No exception. But if he did... She threw herself back against the pillows with a huff. Resigning herself to the fact that she wasn't getting any sleep tonight and pulled out a "New Theory of Numerology"and whispered a quick "Lumos", letting her mind sink down into her book and away from the thoughts that had kept her up until the wee hours of the morning.

Hermione walked down to the Quidditch Pitch with Ginny, chatting about the game and how much of a pain Cormac McLaggen had been the past week at practices. By the time they reached the Gryffindor changing rooms they were both in a fit of giggles that wouldn't stop.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, peering in.

"Talking to Ron," Ginny answered. "Ensuring him his place on the team once he gets better." She added loudly causing Hermione to cover her mouth to stop another fit from coming on Cormac's lecturing voice sounded from deeper inside.

"Well tell him I said good luck." Hermione smiled brightly. "You too, Gin." She gave her a quick hug and backed out of the room to find a good place in the stands to watch the game. Now that Ron and Ginny were both on the team she tried to watch the match with Neville or sometimes Luna. She had strangely felt a little better after their talk on the Astronomy Tower and found herself wanting to spend more time with the strange but sweet Ravenclaw.

She reached the foot of the stairs leading up to the stands when she felt a tug at her elbow and then arms wrapped around her in a hauntingly familiar feeling as she was pulled roughly to the side and through the draped banners covering the frame of the stands.

"Malfoy!" Hermione snarled as he pulled her further in and spun her around. She tore herself from his grasp and took a few steps back from him before realizing she was moving away from the seam he had pulled her through and deeper under the stands were he clearly wanted her. "Get away from me."

"I just want to talk," He said, holding his hands up.

"I don't think so." She snapped and made to move past him, but Malfoy blocked her path.

"Five minutes. That's all I need."

"I know." She said nastily.

Malfoy smirked at her. "Now, we both know that's not true."

"Stay away from me." Hermione glared at him and tried the other side, but Malfoy blocked her again.

"I listened to you when you wanted to talk, it's only fair that you do the same."

Hermione opened her mouth to snap at him, but then closed it. He was technically right, but she still didn't want to talk to him. And she remembered how that night had ended up.

Malfoy's eyes gleamed as he saw that he had gotten to her.

Hermione glared at him. "Three minutes."

"Done." He said simply and Hermione blinked. "I want to talk about what happened."

Hermione merely stared at him. He had asked her to listen to him, not to converse with him.

"I was upset," He started and Hermione had the distinct impression he had practiced this little speech beforehand. "I had a bad day. I was drinking."

She kept her silence and just watched him as he searched her face for any clue as to what she was thinking.

"So… obviously you should move past it."

Hermione let out a sharp laugh. "That's it? That's what you wanted to say to me?"

Malfoy looked surprised. "Well, yeah."

"Okay, Malfoy." She shook her head. "Well if that's all then-"

"Wait!" He put his hand out in front of him as she started forward again. Hermione eyed him. "No, that's not all. Okay, let me try again. I was upset about things, not about you and-"

"Either say you're sorry or get out of the way."

Malfoy stared at her for half a second. Clearly this was not the way he had envisioned their talk going.

"I'm not the only one who needs to apologize."

"What have I got to apologize for?" Hermione shouted and then stopped. She could hear the feet of dozens of students above them, finding their seats talking excitedly.

Draco seemed to be thinking the same thing as her and took a step closer to her, lowering his voice as he spoke. "You left me there with the biggest fucking hard on-"

"Oh I'm sure you found someone to help you out with that. Maybe one of the girls you've been slagging it up with lately." She spat.

"Slagging it up?" Malfoy asked, amused. "Look at you, using big girl words."

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes before glaring at him.

"I kept to your rules." Malfoy said suddenly, surprising her. "I was just… I didn't fuck anyone else." His tone changed. It wasn't the same self assured one he had approached her with before; there was something deeper in it now.

"Would you like a trophy for keeping it in your pants for five days in a row?" Hermione felt the anger rising up in her.

"I could have, but I didn't. Doesn't that count for something?" He asked. Hermione was thrown off by this question. What was he trying to do here?

"That's not the point," Hermione argued.

"Okay so then what's your point?" Malfoy asked.

"You need to apologize to me." Hermione lifted her chin.

"You need to get down off your high horse, you self righteous- Okay okay!" Malfoy stepped in front of her again as she tried to brush past him. "I don't do apologies."

"Just like you don't do girlfriends?" Hermione retorted.

"What does that have to do with this?" He asked, pulling his head back.

"Nothing," Hermione answered quickly. "Just that there's a lot of things you don't do, that's all."

"Like you're so perfect yourself," He said sarcastically.

"You said I was." She knew it was low to bring that up and by the brief shock on Malfoy's face she knew she had landed a blow. The crisp spring air was heavy between them for a moment and the sounds of the match overhead penetrated their argument.

He gathered himself quickly and returned to the defensive. "You got what you're going to get." He sneered at her.

"You too then." Hermione answered waspishly.

"Oh come on, Granger," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Like you've never said anything you didn't mean when you were mad."

"I… well… That's not the point! We aren't talking about me, we're talking about you!" Hermione stood her ground.

"I was drunk." He said it like it perfectly explained why he had said what he did.

"So what you're saying is you didn't mean what you said to me?" Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

Malfoy paused for a moment, studying her face. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Then say it." Hermione retorted.

He pinched his lips in frustration and breathed out. "I didn't mean it, Granger."

"Didn't mean what?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. She wasn't letting him get away with this.

His lids lowered a little over his granite grey eyes. "I didn't mean it when I called you a Mudblood whore."

His expression was reserved, but she was starting to learn to recognize small hints of things on his face. Something there made her think that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

"And?" She asked patiently.

He gritted his teeth. "And that you open your legs for me whenever I say."

"Look in your direction were your exact words, but yes." Hermione corrected him. "And you bit me." She added.

"You liked it." Draco gave her a smug smirk.

Hermione couldn't deny it. She had let the mark on the base of her neck heal on its own when she could have easily cast a healing charm on it and had it gone in a day. But for some reason, she had left it there, slowly watching the skin knit itself back together with soft pink lines.

"And you like me," Draco added.

"Hardly." Hermione said derisively.

"It's enough," His smug expression had spread over his face.

"Enough for what?" She asked hesitantly. Why was she even having this conversation with him? Because she wanted to. Plain and simple. She wanted to… interact with him, even if it was arguing. And, oh Godric… He knew.

"Enough to fuck me again."

"You're repulsive."

"Didn't stop you before," Draco countered. "And don't tell me you didn't miss me, Granger… I heard you." Hermione felt an uncomfortable rush of heat in her cheeks. "And as much as I love the idea of you fingering yourself to the thought of me-"

"You… You spied on me?" She gasped.

"Well you didn't really try and hide it," Draco grinned.

Hermione felt humiliation burn in her. "Malfoy, that is not okay! You can't… that's violating my privacy! You…" She was at a loss for words. He had followed her into the baths and watched her as she… Hermione buried her face in her hands.

"Don't be embarrassed. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

She didn't want to feel like this. The embarrassment was bad enough, but the fact that a small part of her was… ugh, turned on by this too was too much, too confusing. She should be furious with him, she was furious with him. So then why did she have this bubbling lightness in her again?

Malfoy's lips tugged in a crooked grin. "You're cute when you're mad."

"Well you must find me adorable then because I'm always mad at you." She said quickly, trying to scowl at him.

The crooked grin spread a little wider. "Fucking adorable, actually." He took a step towards her and Hermione felt the air shift between them. "My little Mud-"

Her hand was flying up toward him, yearning to connect with his cheek before she even thought through the action. But Malfoy wasn't drunk this time and his Seeker skills were as sharp as ever. He grabbed her wrist and held it inches from his face. Then he brought his own hand up to mirror it next to hers. She pulled a little, but his grip was strong. He pushed back her hair over her shoulder and then brushed his fingers along her cheek, trailing them over her neck until he got to the neckline of her sweater.

"Don't call me that. I mean it, Malfoy. If we're going to-" She stopped talking as a sly grin began to spread on his face.

"Oh we are, my sweet-" Draco paused and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Sweetheart." He said with a strange grin on his face, almost like he was actually enjoying himself. Hermione felt something jump in her, but quickly dismissed it as Malfoy just trying to get to her again.

She exhaled and rolled her eyes, but that was only in hopes to cover the weak fluttering inside her so he wouldn't notice the effect his words had on her.

"I want to see it." He said in a low voice that reverberated all the way down her spine. She let him pull back the neck of her sweater and watched his eyes darken as he sucked in a hurried breath, running his finger over the pale bruise and thin lines of his bit mark.

"Mine…" He murmured.

Hermione jerked away from him but he still had her wrist in his hand. Malfoy pulled her back towards him and spun her around so that her back was pressed into his chest.

"Let me go," She said firmly, or at least thought she did, but when she heard her voice there was a clear waiver in it.

"Let you go?" He asked as if he didn't understand the words. "All in good time, but I still have some making up to do to you before that." He buried his face in her hair and breathed in deeply. "Fuck, I've missed you."

Hermione's breath hitched in her chest. Missed her? This was what made him so confusing! There were different Malfoys. There was the mean, rude Malfoy who called her disgusting names and then there was the dark, enticing Draco who… Oh. Oh…

His lips brushed over her neck and he gently kissed a sensitive spot just below her ear, latching his lips onto it and flicking his tongue over it lazily.

There was Malfoy, and then there was… "Draco," She breathed out.

"Yes, Pet," Malfoy murmured in her ear. "I missed hearing my name come out of your sweet lips." He snaked one arm around her middle and he released her wrist with the other, bringing it up to cup her cheek and turn her face towards him lifting his mouth from her neck to take hers. It was a slow kiss, powerful and passionate. Hermione let out a small whimper into his mouth as his tongue ran across her lips, pressing into them to part them.

She was on fire despite the chill March air around them. Her skin tingled as Malfoy, or was it Draco, lifted her sweater up and slid his hand under it. His fingers were cold and she gasped at the sensation. That's when he struck. Taking her open mouth and claiming it with his own. The feel of his warm tongue and cold hands were conflicting sensations. Just like the two sides of him. Just like his loathing and his lust. Draco Malfoy was two men in one body.

He grabbed her breast and kneaded it in his hand, groaning a little into her mouth as he pushed her face even more towards his own. Hermione reached up her hand and placed it on his neck gently before moving it up to knot her fingers into his hair, making him moan again into her mouth. He squeezed her breast and pulled at the cup of her bra, trying to get more of her flesh against his.

He reached down into it and found her nipple, rolling it in his fingers and sucked in a breath through his nose. Hermione leaned back into him, feeling his strong chest behind her and giving into the reaction he was causing in her body. Malfoy hated her, Draco wanted her. And she wanted this.

If Ron had wanted to be with her then he would have been. He was with Lavender and she had to accept that. Just like she had to accept the fact that no one, no one, had ever made her feel what Draco was making her feel right now. It was wrong and she might regret it later, but now, she wanted it and for once, she was going to do something for herself.

Hermione pulled at his hand through her sweater and tugged it down. Malfoy hesitated for a moment then resumed his movements against her mouth and dropped his hand to the top of her jeans.

"Ask me," He breathed out against her lips.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Ask me for it. I want to hear you say you want me." Malfoy's voice was deep and rough. It was just what he needed, she reminded herself. It wasn't… real, just words. All the worry, the stress, the strain over the past week of Ron in the hospital wing and struggling with rebuilding their friendship had made her head hurt. But Malfoy could make her feel good. More than good; he could make her feel incredible. Feel things that no one else ever had.

"Please," Hermione whispered against his lips. "Please, Draco, touch me." She placed her hand over his and slid it down to the button on her jeans.

Malfoy groaned deeply as he kissed her again. He ripped open her jeans and his hand slithered down into them. His ring caught for a moment on the band of her knickers, but he shoved it a little harder and it slid inside to cup her.

"Oh Granger," Draco groaned against her lips. "You're so warm." His hand was cool against her and Hermione tensed a little at the sudden sensation of cold against such a sensitive place. "So soft," He murmured as he rubbed his hand over her. "And so wet already." She felt him grin against her lips as he slid his fingers inside her fold.

"Draco," She breathed out and was rewarded with the cool pad of his fingers on her clit. She let out a high-pitched moan and Draco returned it with a low groaning growl.

He pulled her back a few steps until his back was against one of the wooden beams holding up the stands and he pressed her firmly against him. He was hard and he ground his hips into hers until his erection found itself pressed right in between her cheeks. Hermione moved her hips a little and his fingers passed over her again.

"Oh fuck, yes, Granger," Draco groaned. "Do that again."

Hermione repeated the movement and she felt Draco's cock press into her.

He lifted his lips from hers and pressed them to her ear. "I'm going to put my fingers inside you and then I want you to fuck yourself on them."

Hermione felt a flush of heat rise up in her, reddening her cheeks at his dirty words. He moved his hand lower and she felt as he dipped two fingers inside her.

"But…" Hermione said softly.

"What? What is it, Pet?" Draco murmured into her hair, breathing in deeply. "What does my sexy little kitten want?"

Another rush of heat. Hermione had never been called sexy before, but if there was ever a time she felt it, it was now with Draco's hand buried in between her legs.

"I want you to touch me," She squirmed a little. "Where you were."

He chuckled deeply and let the hand that was holding her face expand over the side of her neck. "You've got to be a good little girl and grind on my dick first, then I'll give you what you want." He bit down softly on her ear lobe and pushed his fingers back into her. "Now fuck me."

Hermione bit her lip as Draco latched his lips back onto the spot under her ear and slipped his other hand down her neck and into the top of her sweater. She rolled her hips back like she did before and pushed herself against his erection a few times, simultaneously rocking herself on his fingers. She had missed this. She had missed this feeling of complete abandon; giving herself over to the pleasure that Malfoy provided.

Hermione kept at it, rocking her hips against his cock and his fingers. His other hand snaked down her sweater and into one of the cups of her bra, grasping her breast in his hand and massaging it, pulling at the nipple between two of his fingers.

She moaned, leaning her head back and giving him more of her neck to his mouth.

"Mmm, Granger," Draco moaned in her ear. "Fuck, you make me so fucking hard. You're so hot and your ass feels so good grinding on my dick. More, Pet, more."

Hermione moved faster, grinding her hips against him as he squeezed her body tighter in his arms. She never wanted him to let go. It just felt too good. Too good to stop. And she wasn't going to. It was wrong, but she wasn't going to stop letting her body have what it needed. And what it needed was him.

"Are you going to be my good little girl from now on?" Malfoy's voice was thick in her ear and his breath was hot against her skin.

"Yes," She nodded. "Yes."

He groaned and she shivered at the sound. "Good girl. And good girls get rewarded." He grazed his thumb over her clit and her body jumped at the feeling. Draco pushed her back against him and held her there, letting out a low laugh in her ear. "Yes, that's it, right there, kitten."

He dropped his mouth back to her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin as she ground herself harder into him, sliding his fingers into herself and against the sensitive bundle of nerves aching for him.

The roar of the crowd and the sound of the game faded from her ears and was replaced by the soft sounds of Draco's mouth on her and their heavy breaths. She was doing her best to be quiet, but although her moans were coming out as low whimpers, there was a steady stream of them that she could not quell.

"Shh," Malfoy cooed. "I know it feels good. It feels good for me too, but you've got to be quiet. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

Hermione whimpered and felt his thumb pass over her clit again as his fingers slid deeply into her. "N-n-no," She moaned.

Draco laughed again and shifted his arm, pulling it out of her shirt and pulling her head to the other side, pushing her hair out of the way as he lowered his lips to this newly exposed side of her neck and placed his hand over her mouth.

"Okay, now you can moan all you want," She felt him smirk into her skin but didn't care, she did just that and let out the moan she had been holding back into his hand.

"God, that's a beautiful sound," He whispered. "Mmm, I can't wait to be inside you. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to breathe," His voice was low and hoarse and she felt him begin to thrust his hips back into her. "And you won't care. You'll give it up for what I give to you. The only one who has ever touched you." He growled and thrust his hips harder into her.

Hermione clenched around his fingers. His words were driving her over the edge. Her legs were weakening under her and she was leaning heavier and heavier into him, letting him hold her up in his strong arms and he pumped his fingers in and out of her quickly.

"Because no one else will ever make you feel as good as I do. You know that, don't you, kitten?" His breathing was getting rapid and he was moving faster against her. Hermione met him movement for movement and felt the stirrings of her orgasm deep inside.

"I'm sorry I said those things to you because you're not a Mudblood whore." Hermione faltered for a moment, thrown off by his admission, but Malfoy drove on, unrelenting as they moved together. "You're my whore."

Hermione cried out into his hand as her legs gave out under her with the onset of her orgasm.

Draco growled with each thrust against her and closed his lips over the same place he had bitten her before sharply drawing breath and his hips moved frantically against her as he rubbed her clit quickly, extending her pleasure until her vision blurred and began to fade.

She collapsed against him, her head falling back on his shoulder as he breathed heavily, his face buried in her hair. He dropped his hand from her mouth and Hermione eagerly took advantage by gulping down large amounts of the chill March air. They rested there for a few long moments, gathering themselves after coming apart together.

Slowly Malfoy pulled his hand from her jeans and Hermione turned to face him. She wasn't sure what had just happened between them, but knew for certain that something had. The look in Draco's eyes confirmed it.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and stuck them in, sucking on them before grinning. "Sweet."

Hermione blushed and dropped her eyes. She fastened her jeans back and was straightening her sweater when the same two finger landed under her chin and tilted her face up to his.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He said and his grey eyes shone like silver. "I know I say… things, but you've to understand that… there's things that…" His eyes darkened as he tried to explain.

"I know," Hermione said, cutting him off. Something, maybe the fact that he actually just apologized, or at least tried to, made her understand what he was trying to say.

Something passed behind his eyes but slithered away too quickly for Hermione to recognize it. He blinked and then smirked at her.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours until you're screaming my name."

Hermione's heart fluttered in her chest. "I know," She repeated. "I know, Draco."

A/N: Your reviews have been amazing and holy mackerel- almost 350 followers?! I can't believe it! I love hearing your feedback on the chapters and it honestly inspires me so much when I read your reviews. It means so much to me that you take time out to let me know how you feel about this fic.

Sorry this update is a little late, the holidays are kicking my ass and I had to go in the hospital for a procedure earlier this week too, but the upside is that I'm home bound now so hopefully I will have some more time to write!