A/N: The dam is heavily cracked, doesn't break until chapter 8. In other news, I broke this chapter into two parts, so this and the next one will be a little shorter. ALSO I finished Cherry Pit last night so now I'll be just editing everything and updates should come more frequent (like every few days). So check back often, add it to your alerts and please keep liking and commenting, some of your comments just make my day! anyways enjoy ;)

"Then…why do you look mad?" She swallowed and wetted her lips. He continued his descent on her, eyes moved over her body, making her take a sharp inhale. Her feet stopped working, her body told her to wait for him, wanted her to be caught by him.

"Because," he said, wrapping an arm around her back and roughly tugging her body into his, a low growl rising from his chest, "I don't like sharing."

Hermione gasped, hands automatically grasping his thick biceps, attempting to steady herself. She didn't have any time to collect her surprise, his mouth was already on hers, kissing her like he was angry. His tongue searched for hers immediately and he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop. Her mouth parted in shock, but he didn't let her so much as breathe before kissing her once more.

His hands greedily grabbed her backside, roughly palming her cheeks and giving one a harsh slap. This made Hermione break from his lips, ready to ask what had come over him when everything seemed to be going smoothly, but his teeth scraped alongside her neck, marking her and soothing it with his lips and tongue. She let out a moan.

"Do you know how maddening tonight has been?" He asked, voice husky as his hands loosened their grip on her arse and moved up her sides, delicately tracing over the patterns on the corset. His lips remained assaulting her sensitive skin, her hands knotted in his blonde hair. She couldn't form a coherent response like this.

"I have sat politely by," he kissed her neck, "when you look fucking divine" he licked up to her ear, eliciting a soft gasp from her, "and not touched you," he bit her ear, catching her head when she titled it back, wrapping his hand in her now messy curls, "and not kissed you."

He rested his forehead onto hers, her fists clenched his shirt, scrunching it at the base of his abdomen. His one hand remained in her hair, locking her head in place while the other gently played with the button loops on her corset. Hermione felt drunk, her mind trying to remember if she had any drop of alcohol tonight when he suddenly popped the first button off her corset.

"But instead I am forced to watch my friend do all those things." Her eyes flew open, shocked at how forceful and raspy his voice sounded. He was jealous of Yvonne for taking her on stage and receiving a lap dance.

"B-but I thought, you liked it." She said, his breath fanning over her face in a huff.

"No I didn't." He popped another button, her skin rising when his cool fingers uncovered more area on her back. "I was supposed to be the only one to touch you like that tonight."

Their eyes locked, Hermione could feel her lower region was slick against her panties. Draco looked like he was going to devour her, his eyes so serious and dark with desire, she wasn't certain she wasn't hallucinating everything he was doing and saying to her.

In a bold moment, Hermione lifted up on her toes, pressing her breasts up and against his chest. She slid her hands up to his shoulders, fingertips playing with the fragile petal flowers on his tie.

"What are you waiting for then…" Draco tightened his grip in her hair, eyes watching her lips. "Touch me."

Hermione felt time slow. Draco took his hands to the top of her corset and ripped it open from the back, small pearl buttons clattered to the floor. Her corset was thrown, body exposed and skin prickling for attention. He took a step back, eyes lavishly moving all over her exposed chest, to her stomach and legs and back up to her face, he didn't know where to pay attention to the most.

"Look at you." He slowly licked his lips, eyes meeting with a glowing smirk. "Fucking art."

Draco closed the distance between them, sealing their lips in a bruising and desperate kiss. She moaned when he bit her lip pulling it back with his teeth and suckling the pouty skin into his mouth. His hair was so soft, but then her hands ached to feel his strong arms and then they'd suddenly move over his stomach, feeling the hardness of his muscles. He was too much for her to explore and she needed more time, but she didn't want to slow down, and she didn't want him to stop.

In a swift movement, Draco bent down to pick her up, legs thrown around his waist as he easily carried her with one arm. She moved her head to his neck, teeth biting hard on his vein, wanting to know what made him moan and where his sensitive spots were. Finding it when she tentatively licked the shell of his ear before biting down on the lobe. His neck broke out in goosebumps and he let out a sound that resembled a whimper.

Draco moved them to the balcony, laying Hermione down on the lounge chair, her skin shining under the moonlight. She was aware they were technically in public, but the street Draco's villa was on seemed quiet, not much bustling city life. She felt something light inside her at the prospect of doing something dirty in public, it was electrifying.

Reaching for his tie, she brought Draco to kneel over her, giving him her best seductive smile she could muster. She cupped his face, tongue looking for his as soon as their lips touched. It was slower, their mouths gradually building into a speed that made them both breathless. His hands touched her stomach, drawing lazy lines up and down, only reaching the bottom of her breasts. She tried to push against him, silently begging for more.

Draco finally released her lips, moving down her body with gentle kisses, blowing on the skin to make it extra sensitive for him. His mouth hovered over a nipple, giving it a teasing flick with his tongue then taking it into his mouth, making Hermione sigh heavily. One of his hands trailed down her front, lightly sliding two of his fingertips over her covered slit. Draco felt how damp the fabric already was, his arrogance sky rocketed.

"You're soaking through your panties Granger." He mumbled against her chest, moving his mouth to give her other taut nipple the attention it deserved.

Hermione bucked her hips up, seeking more touches, more kisses, more friction, more anything. She wanted to ask him to fuck her right now, but all that came out was a whining noise.

Draco gave a dark chuckle before rising to his knees. She watched with heavy eyes as his slender fingers unclicked the garters from her knickers. His fingers hooked into the fabric and gray eyes flashed up to her face.

"As much as I loved seeing you in this," he began, slowly moving it down her legs, "I'd much rather see that pretty cunt of yours."

His words sent a jolt of lightning straight into her center, leaving her more needy for any relief he could offer. He left the stockings and heels on, bending down once more and throwing her legs over his shoulders. He looked at her glistening center with dark delight, his eyes closed and his tongue languidly moved over her arousal.

Hermione's eyes rolled into her head and a long, low moan ripped from her chest. She melted into the feeling, finally getting something she needed. Draco was slow and purposeful with his tongue, ensuring she would shake once he brought her to her release. He inserted two fingers into her, groaning while he flicked his tongue over her clit, feeling her walls welcome him deeper in.

"Draco, oh fuck, yes."

He looked up, seeing her writhe under his touch and sending her moans up into the night sky, the view was too much for him. He removed his mouth, lips wet with her juices. He made an obscene gesture of sticking his slick fingers into his mouth, sucking her right off of him.

Hermione was now consciously aware she was totally exposed and Draco had only just now shed his jacket, she hadn't felt his bare skin on her own yet. That just wouldn't do. She sat up, hands moving to pull his shirt from his trousers and attempting to loosen his tie. Draco's own hands took over, swiftly removing the clothes.

His tattoos were revealed and her eyes lit up when she finally took in his body. He was bloody fit. Her hands moved to his trousers, his hardened member was straining through the fabric. She was eye level with it, and looked up once at Draco, his gaze patiently waiting for her to make a move. Looking back down, she cautiously undid his zipper and popped the button, tugging it down to his thighs. He wore white briefs and oh gods, she saw how thick he was through the see through material.

Winding her tiny hands into the briefs, she pulled them down, freeing his member that stood straight as a board, his dark red tip dripping with pre-cum. She could make out some dark blonde tufts of hair at the base and saw a thick purple vein run around him.

Now Hermione had spent the last week thinking of their previous activities, and since she was the only one who was pleasured, she thought about what he could possibly look like if she were to give him head, but she was certainly not expecting this. His height was astounding, so of course she naturally assumed he was going to be bigger. He was long, definitely one of the biggest she's been with but that's not what made her eyes glaze over. Draco Malfoy's dick was incredibly thick. She didn't think her hand would wrap entirely around him, she doubted she'd be able to fit him deep into her mouth.

Hesitantly reaching for his cock, she took him in one hand and proved herself right. Her fingertips didn't touch her palm and she still had an inch left of him from her pointer finger to thumb. She gave a testing stroke, tilting her head back to look up at him.

Draco was watching with his mouth hung open, hands clenched at his side. Hermione took her unoccupied hand and reached for one of his, keeping eye contact with him and she guided his fingers to tangle with her curls. He felt his legs weaken when she parted her mouth over the tip of his cock. She sucked the tip so lusciously, like it was her favorite lolli and she was afraid the taste wasn't going to last.

Releasing his stare, Hermione closed her eyes and did her best to relax her mouth, letting her cheeks cave in around him when she pulled him away. She heard a soft hiss from above her. His other hand wove into her curls, following suit like the other and he began to gently bring her head back and forth.

Usually, the action would have made her upset, but she didn't mind his large hands helping her along, she found it rather hot that he was softly coaxing her to take more of him. Her hand twisted, her mouth only being able to fit half of him.

Even as she struggled to take more, she still found it heavily arousing to have him in her mouth, kneeling high above her. She increased the speed of her mouth and hand, salvia dripping down her lips and onto him. He cursed and threw his head back, willing himself to stop her movements before getting too deep and finishing before he truly felt her.

Pulling her off his cock with a small pop, seeing a rope of her saliva still connected from her lips to his tip almost made him push her head back onto him. Instead, he stood up, took off his pants and shoes then reached for her hand. Hermione accepted, legs slightly wobbly once he brought her to her feet. She didn't understand what he wanted until he leaned down to her ear.

"Get on top of me." He sat upright against the chair, still holding her hand, legs automatically following his directions. He gripped her waist as she lowered herself onto his lap, holding herself up by his broad shoulders.

A wave of nervousness crashed over her like someone had just renerverated her. Her body was wound up, gasoline poured over her and Draco had lit the match hours ago, but now she felt this was too fast, this was too much. Why the sudden halt?

Draco's hands had calmly slid up and down her sides while she contemplated their position. Her stomach turned in an unpleasant way and she worried if she told Malfoy her hesitations, he'd be so put off, that their night would end and so would their new entanglement. Men hated being led on, and right now they were both naked, all the signs to go for it were there but now her mind was screaming to wait.

He noticed her hesitation, her eyebrows creasing with worry as she looked down as his member. She had been frowning for a few seconds and he could easily read her face full of doubt. His pointer finger and thumb took her chin, lightly lifting until brown eyes met his.

"Hey." He said, keeping his voice as calm and reassuring as possible, a dramatic shift from the dominating personality a moment ago. "We don't have to do anything you don't want."

Hermione felt her chest tighten with admiration. A weight flew off her shoulders and she softly bit her cheek, staring into his eyes that mirrored the color of the moon. She calmed and Draco noticed the tension in her body leave. He leaned forward and sweetly kissed her, not moving his lips but savoring the feel of her mouth against his.

"Can we do something different? I still want to get you off." He whispered, pulling back enough to watch her reaction.

"Like what?"

His eyes gleamed and large hands grasped the softness at her hips. Her breathing slightly increased as he pulled her hips slightly forward, her slick center moving up against his length though he never entered. He was gliding her over him, her wetness completely covering him. She gasped, the teasing sensation of him right there but not conventionally satisfying her made her stomach clench.

"This okay?" Draco asked, voice straining and shaking as Hermione found a pace to grind her hips against his member, ensuring with every movement, his length would be drenched with her juices.

Hermione nodded eagerly, their pants mingling in the cool air. The thickness of his dick spread her folds open, his tip pushed against her clit when she'd jerk back. Draco's eyes lulled, mesmerized by her body moving on top of him, hypnotized by her tits bouncing above him and wishing he could bottle up the soft moans falling from her lovely pink lips.

The feeling was indescribable, she could feel her body dampen with each passing minute as her center craved to be filled. Her hips slid over him, back and forth, back and forth and her head fell onto her shoulder. The feeling of slow and gradual pleasure took over. She confidentially leaned forward, hands holding onto his neck while his own hands splayed over her arse, her lips found his, they exchanged moans, warm breaths and tangled tongues.

Draco's hand moved up her back, gripping the hair at the base of her neck as the other fell between them. His thumb attached to her clit, rubbing circles over the bud to match the pace of her hips. She cried into his mouth, body jolted forward as a new desperate wave of desire flooded into her. Draco growled as her hips snapped forward faster, his cock was soaked and he achingly needed to be inside her, but he could wait.

Her body tightened and she could feel her end, his cock effortlessly slid between her folds, his thumb circling over her clit in the way she needed the most.

"I'm—I'm close." She whined and he huffed, his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking the sensitive skin until she bruised, a reminder of him. His thumb pressed down and he could feel the muscles in her body squeeze and tense.

"Come on Granger, let go for me." He coaxed sweetly into her ear, still holding her head in place as she relentlessly grinded down on him.

Her toes curled, stomach fluttered with heat and she shut her eyes, focusing on the rough, pressing sensation of his thumb.

"I— oh Draco!" She shouted and her hips spasmed, her body fell forward as she weakly moved against his member, riding out her orgasm. She flushed with heat, skin slick with sweat and thighs drenched with her own wetness.

Draco removed his thumb and placed his hands on her bare back, rubbing up and down as her breathing calmed. Her forehead rested on his shoulder, Malfoy's chin resting against the top of her head. Her body felt depleted, energy drained. He shifted up, arms wrapping around her body, cradling her until she was hoisted into the air.

He bounced her up his body, her arms tightly grasping his shoulders and legs weakly circling his hips. She felt heavy and spent, but he moved like she was weightless. He brought them into the master bedroom, gently lowering them both back onto the plushness of the bed. Malfoy's lips found her cheek, then chin until they reached her lips, kissing her languidly until he gave out his own moan.

Hermione pushed at his shoulders until he rolled off, laying by her side, hand on her hip pulling her into him. She scooted closer, fingers trailing over the dragon on his arm, scratching at the soft skin until she felt goosebumps rise to the surface. She kissed him deeply, wanting to hear his chest vibrate with gravely moans. He was still erect, and it dawned he had yet to get his own release.

She pushed her hips forward, lower belly feeling him against her and he again gave out a soft moan. Her hand hesitantly traveled up his bicep and over his chest, and she slowly let her fingertips glide down his abs, happy to feel the muscles clench under her touch until she felt the coarse hair at his navel. She came in contact with the head of his cock, wet with his own arousal.

Pulling back from his lips, she whispered unsure. "Can I—?"

"If you want." Draco gruffly responded, his face only visible from the city lights outside. She stared at his features for a moment, angled jaw with defined cheekbones, lips damp and dark red and eyes the color of mercury. He looked like a mythical god.

She pushed his shoulders down and sat up, he complied with her actions, patiently waiting for her to get comfortable between his legs. She kneeled down, bowing her body and automatically engulfing her mouth around him, tasting the remnant flavors of her own arousal.

Draco groaned loudly, and moved one arm under his head, the other fisting her hair until it was wrapped around his knuckles, allowing him to watch her work. Hermione sucked slowly, giving herself time to re-accommodate her mouth to his size. Both of her fists twisting up and down his length, spreading her spit over him. She tried to push more of him in, tears sprung in her eyes and she felt him pull her head back and kept her from pushing herself too far.

He was panting and swearing, the view of her lips wrapped around him too much for his brain to handle. She was trying so hard to take more of him in her mouth, and that alone made him want to come. Her tiny hands jerked what she couldn't take, milking him to his end even at the torturous pace. He lightly pulled her off of him, nearly wheezing when her lips were slick and eyes glinting.

"What's wrong?" She worriedly asked.

"Nothing at all. I'm getting close and wanted to ask something." He told her, lifting up to his elbows.

"Okay…and that is…" Draco sat up, large hands holding her face as he fiercely kissed her. She held onto his dark forearms, taken aback by how forceful his kiss was.

"You can say no," He kissed her. "But I'd love a chance to come on your chest." He mumbled into another kiss. Hermione furrowed her brows.

"You mean," he kissed her, swallowing her words, "you want to come," he gave a particularly long, searing kiss, "on my breasts?"

Draco pulled back, eyes dancing like flames of a fire, a dark gaze casted down over her body as he drank her in.

"Fuck yes," he leaned to kiss all over her neck, lapping at the sweaty skin that tasted like candy to him, "if you'll let me."

Hermione shut her eyes and allowed his gluttonous attention, her center tightening when his teeth nipped at her collarbone. His arms strengthen it's hold around her body and she arched into him.

"Can I?" He mumbled into her neck, licking a line up to her ear as she tried to remember his original question through a foggy mind.

"Hm?"

Draco chuckled darkly, sucking at her earlobe. "Can I come on your tits Granger?" He asked again, mouth finding hers, tongue diving deep until it captured her own.

She pulled back breathless, his icy hands teasing her sides, making her shudder. She watched his tongue lick his bottom lips before his teeth took it into his mouth. Her head nodded and she watched as a seductive grin moved over his face, jaw clenched down.

"Get on the floor for me." He told her and she moved off of him, listening to instructions. Draco sat at the edge of the bed, his cock twitched when he saw Hermione kneel on the ground, hair wild and untamed, eyes wide and dark with lust, she was gorgeous.

Hermione held his eye contact, hands reaching for his, wanting them tangled in her hair helping her along as she took his length into her mouth. Draco's throat went dry as his fingers wove into the silky curls, her head moved forward until he felt her hot breath fan over him. She licked from the tip of him down to his base and then back up before taking the head into her mouth. Hermione closed her eyes and focused on sucking him, moving at a quicker pace than before. Her hands found rhythm, tongue gliding relentlessly, lubricating him until he was completely covered with her saliva.

"Fuck, Hermione, keep going." He groaned, and Hermione pushed herself farther down him, willing herself not to cry.

Draco tried to commit the sight before him to memory as he found his resolve slipping. Her mouth was moving faster, the sounds of her lips sucking him made his stomach flutter and balls tighten, he was going to come.

With one fast movement, Draco pulled her off of him and Hermione automatically kneeled as tall she could. His jaw went slack as he watched his semen coat her chest, white strands dripping down, covering her petal colored nipples and sliding over her stomach. Her mouth was slightly open, more shocked than anything when he finished. She stared as his orgasm hit, extremely attracted to how he looked, caught up in his own pleasure, pleasure that she gave him.

His hands were still in her hair, thumb absentmindedly stroking her cheeks, every so often rubbing over her lips as he controlled his breathing. She sat back, watching this giant of a man breath heavily through his nostrils, sweat breaking over this forehead was maybe the single most attractive thing she's witnessed.

After a moment passed, Draco accio'd his wand and cleaned her chest off. He reached down and picked her up by her waist, bringing her back on the bed with him. Hermione plopped down, his inked arm with the swirls of a galaxy flew over her body and cradled her closer to him. Draco nestled his head on top of hers shut his eyes. He was already heavily breathing, and Hermione used the sounds to calm her into her own sleep. Throughout the night, it seemed neither person strayed far away from the other, always making sure their bodies were touching or entwined in some way and it stayed that way well into the morning.