Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and plotlines belong to JK Rowling.

WARNING: There is explicit sex in this chapter. Please do NOT read if you are not of legal age.

Chapter 13

Ginny gasped in shock as Hermione regaled the colorful events of her last Friday evening, "You fucked him? Again?"

Hermione nodded and quickly motioned for her friend to keep quiet. "Yep. After your hen do. And I slipped out yesterday morning and haven't spoken to him since."

Ginny snorted. "You realize he's the best man and you'll be quite literally walking down the aisle with him in less than two hours?"

Hermione screwed her eyes shut, tilting her head toward the ceiling of the bridal suite. "I know, Gin."

"And that he's your betrothed and you'll be seeing him roughly every day for at least the next ten years and engaging in consistent sex until you conceive?"

"I know," she whined. "But Gin, it was..it was next level incredible. I don't know how to look at him after that."

A knock on the door drew the women's attention. "Ladies, you have an hour until we're taking places," Charlie Weasley grinned at them, looking dashing in a black suit and tie. "You still have time to get out of marrying him, Gin. I'll cover for you if you want to run away to Romania."

Ginny threw a wandless hex his way and laughed as he ducked. "Fuck you, Charlie. You're so full of shit."

Charlie smiled and winked at Hermione, taking in her lavender gown with an

appreciative glance. "You look lovely, by the way, Miss Granger."

"Haven't you heard, Charlie?" she questioned teasingly. "It's to be Mrs. Malfoy soon."

He nodded, "I did hear. Congratulations are in order for you and the ferret I suppose. Speaking of which, he's here as well and is asking anyone who knows you if they've heard from you. He's a bit frantic."

Hermione gulped and nodded. "Ginny, will you be alright if I go speak with him?"

Ginny pushed Hermione out of the chair and toward the door. "Go! Go! Maybe sneak in a quickie too, eh?"

"Oh, hush!" Hermione blushed, hurrying away to find Draco.

The handsome blonde was pacing an empty corridor, tugging on his tie to loosen it. "Granger," he greeted as he saw her, pausing.

"Draco," she greeted. "Are you well?"

Draco stared at her for a long second and shook his head. "Well, the woman I'm meant to be marrying in about a week showed up as my flat unannounced two nights ago, shagged my brains out, snuck out the next morning and hasn't responded to my owls or Floo messages since. So, no, Hermione, I would say I'm not doing well."

Hermione looked to her shoes, the glitzy lavender stilettos Ginny had selected for her as maid of honor casting glitter shadows in the marble floor of the corridor. "I'm sorry, Draco. I-I didn't mean to, I mean, I didn't want to, I mean, I was confused!"

"And you think I wasn't? That I'm not still?"

Hermione glanced back up at him. She honestly hadn't considered his feelings at all. She had been so desperate to get out of his flat yesterday morning, to flee the foreign emotions that were welling up inside her, that she didn't pause to think about him once. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to find the words that would comfort him. They weren't there.

"Was it not good for you?" Draco questioned her. "Because to me it was bloody electric, and I was under the impression that you felt the same, however-"

"No!" she cut him off quickly, stepping closer and taking his hand in her own. "It was. Electric, I mean. I can honestly say I can't remember a sexual encounter in my life that was more satisfying or exhilarating than what we did two nights ago."

"Then why did you leave?"

Hermione brought his hand to her cheek. "I've never had someone care so much before. About my experience. I think it may have scared me a bit."

"What do you mean?" Draco furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Well," Hermione's throat was dry with embarrassment. She wasn't a particularly emotionally available person, but she was fighting her natural instinct to run away for him, for this potential life they would have together for the next decade. "Viktor was lovely, but he didn't really know how to make sex feel as good for a woman as it does for a man. I think Ron knew, and just didn't really care. He assumed I would approach the bedroom like I approach everything else, with a logical and analytical process that would not be worth exploring much beyond the obligatory missionary once or twice per week. Before our first time, I had never had an orgasm that wasn't brought by my own hand."

His hand tensed on her face, gently drawing her body closer to his own. "Never?"

Hermione shook her head and finally looked into his eyes. "Never."

"Oh, love," his mouth tightened in a grimace. "I'm so sorry. If you'll allow me, I'll make it my mission to rectify that for you."

She grinned at him, her heart melting at the sight of his eyes lighting up with mirth. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "And we can start right now."

"Draco, I, we-we can't! Blaise and Ginny are getting married in an hour!"

He shrugged, walking her back into a shadowy alcove of the corridor. "Then we have an hour. They won't need us until the ceremony." He dropped a kiss to her exposed shoulder. Damn Ginny and her ridiculous fashion choices - sleeveless dresses in February? His kiss heated as he brought it just beneath her ear and she bit back a moan.

"You'll have to be fast."

He smirked cheekily. "Want to time it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck as he propped her up on a cabinet that was conveniently placed in the alcove. She waved her wand, casting a quick Silencio charm to keep them from being overheard.

Draco placed hot, open mouthed kisses down her collarbone and decolletage, his finger ghosting over her breast through the dress. Her nipples pebbled as she keened, arching into him as he twisted the sensitive bud through the thin fabric of her dress, the other hand traveling down to bunch up her skirt.

He winked as her and got down on his knees, pushing her skirt up to her waist and spreading her thighs, vanishing her lacy knickers with a handy bit of wandless magic. Keeping solid eye contact, he used his tongue to lick the length of her slit, settling near the top to dance on her clit and elicit the most wonderful sensations.

Hermione groaned and buried her hands in his hair, not caring anymore whether anyone saw them. They'd learn something, right? She gasped as she felt him bring a finger to her entrance, pushing it into her slowly and stretching her deliciously. Her hips bucked against his hand as he added a second, never stopping his assault on her clit. She ground into his face, hands still buried in his hair as the electricity traveled up and down her body.

She freed one of her hands and slipped it under her dress. The dress was paper thin, with nothing but spaghetti straps holding the fabric to her body. She pushed one of the straps down, exposing her breast and twist her own nipple as Draco licked and sucked and finger fucked her pussy. "Oh, oh, yes, Draco! Yes, please!"

"Please what, love?" He paused for a moment, stopping only to look up at her, his finger still pumping slowly in and out of her now weeping passage.

"Please, fuck me, sir," she said, the word slipping out without her realizing it.

His already stormy eyes darkened and he stood, his fingers still working their magic. Hermione put her hands on his belt buckle and freed his straining erection, tugging him slightly to bring him closer to her. He pulled him fingers out, bringing them to him mouth to suck them clean. Hermione whimpered.

His lips trapped hers in a heated kiss as he positioned himself and slid into her wet heat. They both groaned as he pulled out nearly all the way, pistoning his cock back into her at a punishing pace. Draco nipped and sucked on her neck and exposed breast while Hermione reached down and began to circle her fingers around her clit, only stopping when Draco's hand flew to grab hers, pausing them both.

"I told you, love, I am in charge of your orgasms from now on."

Hermione didn't think she could get any wetter, but at his words, her insides turned into molten lava. She nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

He began fucking her again, his own fingers dancing over her clit as she was pushed into the wall, not complaining a single bit. Hermione felt the coils and tension begin tightening deep in her belly. She raked her nails across Draco's clothed back and tried her best to buck her hips in time with his thrusts.

"Please, please," she whimpered into his ear. "Please, may I come?"

"Yes, baby," he grunted. "Come for me. Come while I fuck you in this corridor, you gorgeous girl."

Hermione let go. She saw stars behind her eyelids in a pattern that was growing eerily familiar. Her walls clenched around him as he emptied himself into her, groaning softly into her ear.

They both stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily and absorbing the other's scent. Draco pulled out of her and tucked himself away, casting a quick charm to clean himself up. Hermione followed suit, pulling her dress back over her breast and readjusting her skirt.

"Do you need me to clean up the remnants?" Draco asked, gesturing between her legs. "There was quite a bit of fluids."

Hermione leaned up on her toes to kiss him softly. "And why would you do that, when I can feel your come in me for the rest of the day?"

He groaned hotly into her ear and returned her kiss, his passion kindling another fire in her belly. "Don't say things like that and expect to go home without me, love. There will be a round two. And three. And four."

Hermione smirked and began to walk back to the bridal suite where Ginny was waiting for her. "Looking forward to it."