The man sitting across the bar from her was sinful in every dark and dangerous way imaginable.

He wore black jeans and combat boots, a simple white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and a well-worn leather jacket, a pair of dark sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt to complete the look. Delicious flashes of tattoos peeked through on occasion - a glimpse of his wrist, the shift of his shirt to expose a sharp collarbone splattered in ink.

His white-blonde hair hung in his eyes, the sides shaved but the top long enough to run your fingers through and pull. And his eyes. Beautiful, bright silver eyes that seemed to take in everything around him - her very much included.

From the way he was dressed to the way he carried himself, everything about this man was fire.

She'd noticed him the moment he'd sat down, silvery blonde hair shining like a beacon in the hazy lights. It was unavoidable, really.

He was unavoidable.

And of course it wasn't the first time they'd met this way - or some way similar - over the years since the war. They both worked for the Ministry, he as a Curse Breaker and she as an Unspeakable. Their work afforded them the opportunity to travel often, and whenever they were in the same area he seemed to find her.

Their trysts weren't exactly regular, but they were surely explosive.

She watched as a shapely blonde woman slid up next to him, murmuring something she couldn't hear - but could surely imagine - in his ear, and she couldn't help the smirk that lifted her lips as he simply arched a bored brow at the woman before returning to his drink.

And devouring her with his eyes.

She hadn't always understood why he never approached her right away when they both knew exactly where the night was heading, but now, nearly five years later, boy did she understand. The anticipation was almost as sweet as finally succumbing.

And one of them always cracked first.

She finished the last of her martini, determined to have one more before winding her way to the dance floor. She knew he loved to watch her.

"Can I buy you a refill of whatever you're having?"

She turned to her left, her eyes briefly trailing over the man who had approached her. Short black hair, tanned skin, and bright green eyes.

He was quite fit.

"A martini." she said in way of answer, her eyes flicking back across the bar to find his seat empty.

The man beside her ordered them both drinks, meanwhile her gaze traveled across the full club attempting to spot that tell-tale head of hair.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" asked the stranger from her left, handing her her drink before taking the seat beside her.

"Harmony." she lied, the familiar alias falling from her lips easily.

Being a single woman with needs who was forced to travel far and often, it wouldn't do to be making connections with the men she slept with, let alone giving them any idea who she was or how to reach her, muggle or not.

There was no point. She'd be gone before the sun rose.

"That's a pretty name." he said, taking a sip of his drink, "I'm John -"

Before the handsome stranger could finish his sentence he was being pulled up from the bar by him.

"Shame it's not her real name." he spat, "I suggest you get lost."

John - or whatever his name was - lifted his hands in the air, already retreating as he said, "I didn't know she was with anyone, dude."

When her eyes finally met his she smirked, arching an eyebrow as she asked, "Feeling possessive tonight, Malfoy?"

His glare did nothing more than set her insides on fire as he stepped forward into her space.

"Why do you always insist on baiting me, Granger?" he asked, resting his hands on her thighs as his head dropped so he could whisper against her ear, "Does it make you wet to imagine me breaking another bloke's nose for looking at what's mine?"

He heard her soft moan at his words, her legs tensing beneath his fingers, but she said nothing.

His warm breath fanned against her neck as he continued to torture her with his words.

"Naughty girl." he purred, flicking his tongue against her exposed collarbone, the cool metal of his tongue ring making her breath hitch, "Would you let me touch you here? In this club full of people?"

It wasn't even a question.

"Yes," she whispered, forcing her hands to remain on her lap no matter how badly she wanted to yank the former Slytherin Prince into a heated kiss - other club patrons be thoroughly damned.

But she wouldn't crack so quickly. He'd have to work for it.

Which, of course, he knew.

"I'm sure if I pushed this little dress up and slid my fingers into your knickers they'd be soaked, wouldn't they, pet?" he hummed, the fingers of his left hand lightly trailing over her thigh, inching higher before sliding back to her knee to repeat the torturous process again.

"Why don't you find out?"

His eyes were dark when he pulled back enough to look at her, that dangerous sparkle she knew all too well shining back at her as the wheels ticked in his head.

"Disillusionment charm?" he asked, squeezing her thighs, thumbs tracing lazy patterns against her soft skin.

This wasn't the first time they'd played games like this.

She bit her lip, looking around the dimly lit club as the music shook her ribcage. It was getting later and the crowd was getting rowdier. Here, at the end of the bar, they were almost tucked into their own world.

"No."

He made a choked noise in the back of his throat, one of his hands coming up to tilt her face up to his as he asked, "You're sure, Granger?"

The fire she saw in his eyes was enough to confirm he found the idea as delectable as she did.

If not more.

"Do you like the idea of an entire club full of strangers watching me get off?" she asked instead, letting one hand trail up his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips.

He growled, the sound low as he pressed himself closer to her and admitted, "I like the idea of you being a dirty little girl for me."

She smirked, toffee eyes sparkling with a bit of liquid courage and a magic all her own as she moved her hand to the back of his neck, abruptly tugging him forward until his lips brushed against hers.

"So make me come." she whispered, flicking her tongue out against his bottom lip, "And then take me back to your hotel room and fuck me until I can't get out of bed to leave in the morning."

Her words set off a spark inside him, igniting his actions as quickly as if someone had pressed a button.

Though he supposed she had. She knew exactly how to press all of his buttons.

With a rough hand in her hair he closed the distance between them, slanting his mouth over hers as he did the one thing he'd been dying to do since the last time he'd seen her.

Absolutely devour her.

There was no more teasing in his touch, the fingers of his right hand deftly sliding beneath her knickers to find her positively dripping for him.

"Fuck, you're always so ready for me." he groaned, breaking away from her lips to place soft kisses against her throat.

To anyone else in the club they probably just looked like two lovers sharing a few romantic moments, little did they know Draco's fingers were currently stroking Hermione to the fastest orgasm she'd ever had.

And he was impressively quick at getting her off. He was the most attentive, passionate lover she'd ever had, and his fingers never failed to completely set her ablaze.

Her hands slid to his leather jacket, gripping the material in her fingers tight enough that her knuckles turned white as she tried to keep her panting under control. She was thankful that the music was loud enough that no one heard the involuntary moan that left her lips as he pushed two fingers into her.

"So fucking tight." he hissed against her ear, arching his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside her that would have her seeing stars and whispering his name like a prayer.

And of course he was right.

"Oh gods, Malfoy. That's so good." she panted, trying to keep herself upright on the barstool.

He pressed his thumb against her clit, peppering her neck with kisses as praises left his mouth - how she was such a good girl, how great she was for him, how much he wanted her to come all over his fingers.

"Let go," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as she absolutely shattered.

Her breath caught in her throat, body tensing as lava flooded her veins and she shook against him, using his sturdy presence to support her weight and ensure she didn't take an embarrassing tumble off her chair.

He pulled his fingers from her, discreetly pulling her dress back over her thighs before lifting his fingers to his mouth, tongue snaking out to taste her there.

And there was something about him licking her juices off his fingers in a crowded bar with that look in his eyes as his tongue ring flashed at her that just made the entire thing erotic.

They needed to leave.

"You always taste so sweet." he murmured, kissing her softly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Your hotel," she panted, "Now."

He didn't hide his smirk as he stepped back, offering her his hand to help her off the stool, and when she swayed slightly in her heels his arm was around her waist in an instant to steady her.

She wasn't quite sure when it had happened, couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when she knew it to be true, but she trusted him - with a whole lot more than just her body.

They made their way from the club, the slightly cool Barcelona air hitting her exposed legs and helping relieve the inferno he'd released in her.

He pulled out a cigarette, lifting it to his lips before snapping his fingers in front of it, taking a deep inhale as the end lit up before motioning down the street.

"My hotel's three blocks that way. Think you can make it in those shoes?"

The last part was directed with a chuckle that brought a smile to her own face as she responded, "If not, you'll just have to carry me."

The trip was short, his cigarette passed between the two of them as they walked in comfortable silence.

They'd never been ones for small talk anyhow. It led to questions, and questions were bad when you weren't ready to admit what you wanted.

And of course she should have known that he'd have the penthouse suite here, and she tried not to be jealous as she thought back to the completely reasonable accommodations the Ministry had given her. It was so like him to choose his own hotel - Ministry preference or not.

Though she didn't get much time to look around before he was pulling her into his arms.

"Fuck, I've missed this." he groaned, and though the words shocked her for the simple fact that he'd admitted to such a thing out loud, she was well aware that she felt the same.

She always looked forward to the possibility of seeing him on these business trips.

And if she was willing to be really honest with herself, she knew that seeing him was the highlight of those trips by far.

But perhaps she wasn't quite ready to be so honest with herself.

Because that would mean that she could get excited about seeing him back home in London, and to her that could open up all sorts of opportunity for heartbreak.

Back home they hardly interacted - but everywhere else?

"Tell me something, Granger." he murmured, his fingers sliding to the zipper of her dress, "What color are your panties?"

Her breath hitched, eyes meeting his as she whispered, "Lavender."

A small smirk slid onto his face as he began sliding the zipper down, his free hand coming up to cup her breast as he asked, "You wouldn't happen to be wearing my favorite set, now would you, love?"

He didn't wait for her answer, letting the dress slip from her shoulders before his eyes were indeed taking in his favorite lingerie set she owned - which was a fact that had surprised her because up until recently she'd been sure his favorite was the deep forest green set she'd bought two years ago for a birthday surprise.

"You know how much I fucking love this on you." he groaned, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her waist and pulling her against him.

"I do." she agreed, hands sliding under the hem of his shirt and stroking the warm skin there, "But you still haven't told me why this one is better than the green one."

A mischievous smile graced his lips as he dipped his head to trail kisses across the newly exposed flesh, leaving reddish-purple bruises along the tops of her breasts. Without bothering to remove her bra, he pushed the straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

He was going to devour her.

"You're fucking perfect, Granger." he groaned, not giving her time to respond as his tongue found her pebbled nipple.

She gasped at the mixture of warmth from his mouth and the sharp coolness of his tongue ring, goosebumps erupting across her skin as she tangled her hands in his hair.

After giving the opposite breast the same attention, he kissed his way back up her neck, sucking a bruising love bite into the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder before reclaiming her lips.

"I want you on the bed." he murmured against her lips, "It's been a while, and I intend to take my time with you tonight."

There was something in his words that she registered as different, something in the way he looked at her, but he didn't give her the opportunity to ask, easily scooping her into his arms as he strode to his bedroom and deposited her onto his bed.

He would never tire of seeing her like this. Spread out like a fucking goddess.

For him.

"Malfoy -"

"Don't make me gag you, love." he murmured, pressing teasing kisses up her legs until he rested between her spread thighs.

She tried to look indignant, but they both knew that she'd loved the time he'd done it.

He pressed a kiss to her lace-covered pussy, his burning silver eyes watching her closely - closely enough that he watched her pupils dilate until there was just a ring of toffee surrounding black.

It made him so fucking hard.

"I love seeing you between my thighs." she murmured softly, delicate fingers carding through platinum locks as an unfamiliar tightness gripped his chest and heat blazed through him.

Before he could really think about the words he said, "I would spend every day here if you let me."

He didn't give her time to think about it, instead he pushed her panties to the side and began worshipping her body in the best way he knew how - begging for a penance he couldn't put into words as he coaxed her toward release with his tongue and teeth and fingers.

"Fuck," she gasped, the hand in his hair tightening. No one could make her body respond like he did. "That feels so good."

He growled against her folds, easily slipping two fingers into her already fluttering pussy, arching them to hit that spot as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue ring flicking over the pulsing bud in a way that made her delirious.

"That's going to make me come!" she shrieked, pussy contracting around his fingers before she even finished the sentence.

And Salazar, she looked stunning panting his name as he continued to work her through it, building another orgasm within her as he pressed his free hand to her lower abdomen, fingers roughly moving inside her as he ignored her begging.

Hermione felt the coil in her stomach snap violently, half-screaming his name as she came all over his hand, dripping down onto the bed beneath her - and he didn't stop. Not until her thighs were shaking and she was begging him for a break.

She was nothing but ash after his inferno, waiting for his next touch to send her soaring into a phoenix again.

She worked to catch her breath as he kissed his way back up her body, her voice hoarse as she huffed a quiet laugh, "Gods, I've missed this."

He smirked, letting her taste herself on his lips before shifting more comfortably between her thighs.

"Do you want me to tell you why this is my favorite?" he asked, absentmindedly fingering the lace on one of the straps of her bra.

"You know I do." she said with a smile, her hands trailing over his chest, tracing the multiple tattoos there as he settled onto his forearms above her.

"It's the same color as the dress you wore to the Yule Ball."

She frowned lightly, a confused 'v' appearing between her brows, "You remember what I wore to a dance in Fourth Year?"

His smirk wasn't as sharp around the edges as he said, "It was the first time I had to admit how I felt about you."

Her eyes widened immediately, searching his for any sign of deceit before asking, "How did you feel about me, Draco?"

His eyes slid shut at the use of his given name in her tone like thick honey, a deep breath leaving him before reopening his eyes, "You were everything I thought I'd never have."

Her breath caught in her throat at the admission, torn between feeling relieved that he felt similarly about her and being terrified that this could ruin everything.

"What are you saying?" she whispered, holding his gaze.

"I want more than just work trips with you, Granger. So much fucking more."

He chose that moment to slip into her, the velvety stretch that welcomed him was heaven, paired with the way her nails dug into his shoulders and her back arched from the bed - she was a vision.

"Please, yes, Merlin yes." she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, "Fuck me, Draco. Fuck me like I'm yours."

At her silky command he snapped, pushing up to rest on his knees as he pressed her thighs to the mattress and began to move, resting some of his weight on her legs to keep her spread for him.

"Fuck - Malfoy - Draco - that's my g-spot." she panted, nails digging into his hips as he smirked above her.

"I know."

Releasing one of her thighs, he moved his thumb to her clit, pressing insistent circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued his brutal pace.

When he felt her thighs begin to shake he dropped back onto his forearms, thumb still working her clit as she began to come around his cock.

Draco slowed his pace, teasingly dragging his hips back and forth, grinding against her each time he bottomed out, thumb still slowly pressing against her over-stimulated bundle of nerves.

"I want more than this too." she panted, her fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as her body shook, another orgasm seeming to combine with the one currently wracking her frame.

He was going to come.

"Say it again." he growled, picking up his pace, drawing another shriek from her kiss-swollen lips before she responded.

"I want everything with you, Draco Malfoy."

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, temporarily stilling his hips as white light flashed behind his lids.

Morgana, he was beautiful above her.

And when his hips began pistoning back into her, his thumb working her clit in small circles, lips pressed against her throat as he groaned, "Come for me, Hermione."

And as if she didn't have a choice, she unravelled for him, her body shaking beneath him as she clung on for dear life.

For a few moments there was silence, the only sound their labored breathing and rapid beating of their hearts as Draco traced soft patterns on her ribcage.

Before she could think herself out of it, she brought her fingers up to card through his hair as she quietly asked, "Did you mean it?"

Her eyes widened as he leaned up quickly, his intense gaze leveled at her as he said, "Of course I meant it."

She couldn't stop the shy smile from spreading across her face, a massive weight lifted from her shoulders, "And you're not worried about what people will think?"

He arched an eyebrow, a smirk forming as he asked, "Are you?"

Her smile was in full bloom as she pulled his face toward hers, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to respond.

"Not in the slightest."