She almost melted into his touch. While he sucked on her neck and gently ran his teeth over her exposed skin, he felt her pressing against him. Satisfied noises that almost sounded like a cat purring reached his ear and made him smile.

It had not really been his plan to seduce Hermione Granger here and now. But when he saw her before him in all her anger and all her ignorance, it was just over him. He had looked into her eyes for an answer. Had given her all the time in the world to draw a line and reject him. But instead of a slap in the face, which he expected, he was only met with openness and uncertainty. She was just too seductive.

Taking a deep breath, Draco leaned back a little to look her in the eye again. There was still confusion there, but he also saw exactly the desire he felt himself. She did indeed want him. She made no secret of it.

With a low growl, he reached for her blouse and tore at it until the buttons popped off. She did not protest, but tugged at his shirt with equal passion. Hectically, he stripped the fabric from her shoulders. With practised fingers he unclasped her bra and wiped that aside too. Then, finally, he was able to close his hands around her breasts. He tried to stifle a groan, but failed.

A deep moan from her was the answer. She leaned towards him as her fingernails scraped across his back. Hermione Granger wanted him and she gave herself to him unabashedly. It almost drove him mad how open and willing she was.

His lips found her neck again. As he plastered wet kisses over her bare skin, he slipped one hand under her skirt. For a moment he let his fingers dance over the inside of her thighs. Then, when she made no move to stop him, he moved higher and encountered completely soaked fabric.

Cursing, he buried his face in her curly mane. How could this woman be so hot? How had he never noticed before?

Her fingers on his belt snapped him out of his momentary stupor. She seemed as eager as he to finally get down to business. Briefly he let go of her to peel himself out of his trousers and underwear. Completely naked, he stood before her, but it did not seem to frighten her. Her gaze wandered slowly down and back up again until it lingered on his hard cock. With a forbidden grin, she licked her lips.

Instantly Draco moved closer again. Somehow without him noticing, she had taken of her skirt and knickers too. No fabric was stopping him from feeling every inch of her body. Wildly he kneaded her breasts, while her fingers closed around his cock and slowly pumped up and down. He let one hand slip between her legs again, waiting again for her protest before sinking two fingers deep inside her.

A desperate moan and greedy rolling of her hips were his response. Even without words, he understood her desire. Fingers were not enough. He let them slide out again, albeit unwillingly. Her hot, wet walls closed so tightly around his fingers that he could have gone on forever.

Breathing heavily, he looked down at the small woman before him. She returned his gaze just as passionately and all uncertainty was gone from it. All that was left was determination and desire.

"Wait a second," she whispered softly and stepped past him.

Briefly he was irritated, but when he saw her reach for her wand and make a complicated movement with it, he understood. Hermione Granger had everything under control, even if she was almost burning with excitement. Grinning, he pulled her to him again and wrapped both arms around her. She returned the embrace, but he could also feel her rubbing against him.

Laughing, he let go of her again, turned her around, and signalled her to brace herself against the wall with both arms. She did as instructed and then stuck her bottom out towards him. Slowly he let his hands slide over her back. She was more petite than other girls he had had so far, but that was precisely what he liked. When she finally turned her head to stare at him impatiently, he was done for.

One hand on his cock, the other on her hip, he rubbed himself gently against her. By Merlin, she was so wet - for him, because of him. Slowly, ever so slowly, savouring every second, he slid into her. Hot, wet tightness welcomed him. A long, satisfied moan came from Hermione's lips.

When he finally sank all the way into her, he let himself fall forward and propped himself up against the wall with one hand. He leaned down until his mouth was at her ear and whispered to her, "Ready?"

She merely nodded, but it was answer enough for him. He pulled back and slid deeper into her again. One hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, he held her tight, directing the rhythm. She met his pace, arching her back, resting her head on her neck so that her curls spilled wildly down her back. They quickly found a rhythm they both liked and for several minutes there was nothing but their moans and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

Hermione's eyes fell closed. For so long she had had these fantasies and now, completely unexpectedly, they were coming true. And it was so much more, so much better, than anything she had dreamed of. Draco's hot breath on her neck, his perfect cock so heavenly hitting just the right spot deep inside her, his big hands holding her relentlessly. Everything was perfect.

"Granger," she suddenly heard his strained-sounding voice. "Touch yourself. I ... I can't hold on much longer."

She smiled briefly at his desperate tone, but complied. Without hesitation, her one hand wandered down and her fingers began to rub around her sensitive knot. A surge of new arousal rolled over her. Draco's movements became frantic, faster, and her own fingers followed the pace.

She felt him grip her hip tightly with both hands, heard his frantic breathing and his hard chest at her back. She heard her own groan, which turned into a high-pitched whimper, and then suddenly a tremor went through her whole body.

"Draco!" was all she could say as the waves of her orgasm rolled over her.

She barely felt Draco climax himself, driven by her hot body, or that he came hotly inside her, cursing loudly and burying his face in her mane of hair.

Breathing heavily, Hermione struggled to stay standing on both feet. Only when she felt Draco slowly withdraw from her did she manage to pull herself back upright. Greedily, she sucked in the air as she turned and let her back fall against the wall. Draco seemed similarly exhausted as he sank onto a bench in front of her and rested his head on the back of her neck with his eyes closed.

Slowly, her arousal subsided and her sanity returned. Hermione glanced at Draco, who was still sitting there with his eyes closed. Whatever had driven him to sleep with her, he probably was not the type for deep conversations after sex. Sighing, she pushed herself off the wall.

With a wave of her wand, she roughly cleaned herself before starting to put her clothes back on. Her blouse was completely ruined, but luckily she had the invisibility cloak with her so she would not run into anyone on the way.

When she was fully dressed, she turned back to Draco. He was still sitting there naked, but was now looking directly at her. There was a strange expression in his eyes. Hermione swallowed. This was the awkward part after sex.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," she said softly. "I misinterpreted the whole thing. And you don't have to worry about it. No one will ever know about this, I promise. It'll be our secret."

She waited for him to give her an answer, but none came. He just looked at her as if he was waiting for something. In an attempt to lighten the awkward mood with a joke, she added, "At least this way I have nothing to be ashamed of, right?"

She saw Draco's shoulders tense. Hermione barely knew him, but she understood what he was trying to tell her. She better stopped talking before she embarrassed herself entirely. She raised her hand briefly in farewell, then turned and fled the room.