Author's Note: Smut ahead. Oh my God.

These are the sexy tunes that I jammed to (all indie artists who deserve some serious love):

"Sunlite" by Reptile Room (also the acoustic version is *chef's kiss*)

"Neon" by Reptile Room (amazing)

"Shadows" by Reptile Room (amazing)

"Games" by Reptile Room (just listen to everything by Reptile Room, please)

"Call On You (feat. The Boy And Sister Alma) by Timecop1983 (this was on repeat for*ever* as I wrote the explicit sections)

"Caroline" by Mad Wave (perfect kind of teenage 'first time' song; very angsty and longing in the feels)

Thank you to my first Guest for leaving a wonderful, heartfelt review. I beamed all day long! You know who you are. :) And to my two ride or dies who hit me up every chapter. THANK YOU!

And, finally, thank you to my betas Intricate_Iris and Rhiannonally for your excellent attention, as always! LOVE!

Time passed at a flobberworm's pace as Hermione sat in her afternoon arithmancy lecture, wholly distracted with her mind in the gutter and her arse cheeks clenching in a dancing rhythm in her seat. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was beginning its evening descent behind the treetops as she stared out the window in thought, chin propped on her fist as she alternated between shagging Draco senseless in her head and planning every detail of their impending nighttime escapade. Worries of Ron and Lavender lay tucked in a locked trunk in the back of Hermione's mind as she mused in sordid, vivid detail, imagining herself as a confident seductress in total command of Draco. She longed to fracture his rigid control and turned her lips into her fist as she bit back a moan. Hot images bloomed beneath her eyelids of the Slytherin snob fallen to his knees at her control, begging for release as she taunted him with her body.

Hermione sucked in a ragged breath, red with lust. Perspiration dampened her forehead as she yearned to explore Draco's body with her fingers and mouth, and she swallowed as she decided that she would punish him, after all. It was his own cocky suggestion, she thought with a shiver, bouncing in her chair as she vibrated with ideas. She swallowed as her siren's plan formed, her lips smirking into her fist as she recalled his fervent promise to indulge her whims.

Draco had agreed to meet at the common room portrait with his bookbag and potions text in tow, lest any questions arise from her housemates about his unusual presence on a Monday evening. Hermione had excuses ready on the tip of her silver tongue should anyone question his visit and batted away the unwelcome thought that she was spinning white lies into tangled webs. They both had reputations to uphold, not to mention that it was a violation of her role as Head Girl to use the dormitory as a fornication hub, as Harry had called it with a grimace. Hermione doubted that Professor McGonagall would lend an empathetic ear to such a significant violation of the school's code of conduct, and Hermione and Draco's discretion was vital moving forward. They'd already played too loose in class, holding hands and flirting during the lecture like drunken teenagers.

Hermione shivered as her sexual daydreams continued, writhing in her seat as her negligence to Professor Vector's code-breaking lesson became especially obvious. There were only five other students present in the stuffy classroom, and none held as voracious an appetite for magical numerology as the Head Girl. Blaise was truant as usual, and Hermione was the only Gryffindor among a sea of royal blue and silver robes. The room was silent as the professor settled her bespectacled eyes on the table nearest her desk, her lips twisting into a frown at the sight of the Head Girl's inattention.

Vector studied her favorite pupil, who was never silent and never distracted, with a perplexed expression, her frown deepening at the corners as Hermione rocked in her seat as if she was listening to a song that only she could hear. Vector turned her irritated gaze to the Ravenclaws, huffing as she observed Anthony asleep with his head on the table. She rose to walk the aisles, drifting in a slow, assessing gait past Padma, who was doodling clothing designs on the characters of her parchment, oblivious to the professor's profound bewilderment. Padma was applying the finishing touches of a curly wig on the upper line of lucky number seven, which also sported a fashionable houndstooth skirt around its middle, and Vector bristled at the ruination of the magical number. She attempted to find allies in the remaining cluster of Ravenclaws, walking with purpose between their tables and scowling as they lay their arms over their parchment to cover their doodles. Her eyes dulled behind her geometric spectacles as Padma began to sketch a chevron blouse, her resolve to continue lecture grinding into dust.

"I think everyone is tired today," Professor Vector clipped as she rubbed at her forehead with stiff fingers. She conjured a long scroll from the ceiling with their homework assignments and tapped at the glowing characters with her wand, pursing her lips as Hermione finally snapped to attention. "Come ready for discussion on Thursday," she ordered, "And if you see Mister Zabini, please tell him that I request his presence in my office. You're dismissed."

Hermione was the first student out of the room as she bounded to the Great Hall for an early dinner alone. She was taking Draco's lead on keeping mum about their entanglement, feeling chagrined as her loose-lipped confession had blossomed into a series of hushed rumors, morphing into new and scandalous falsehoods. Susan had cornered her in the corridor after Potions to ask if the rumor of her engagement was true, and Hermione puffed up her cheeks with embarrassment at the memory. She had decided that if the roles had been reversed and Draco had been the one to divulge their secret, she would have been furious. And while Hermione hadn't disclosed explicit details to her friends, she had alluded with obvious meaning in front of Lavender, and the idea was enough. She would hex Draco's genitals into the ether if he spoke sexually about her to his friends, and thus he deserved the same respect and courtesy. She had enforced her boundary at lunch that afternoon and had deflected all conversation regarding her upcoming experiment, to Ginny's profound surprise.

"Why can't I come to your room tonight, Hermione?" Ginny smirked as she wiggled her brows, "I want to pick out a new book!" She lied, oblivious to Harry's discomfort as he frowned into his steamed vegetable medley. He stabbed at his broccoli, frustrated with the imminent girl talk and the invasiveness of the conversation.

"You've read them all," Hermione clipped as she sliced into her shepherd's pie, her voice light as she glanced towards Harry's plate of ravaged vegetables. "And I've decided that I… should rather keep my findings of the experiment to myself," Hermione finished with a blush, catching Harry's surprised expression before she returned her eyes to her crust. Ginny gasped with disbelief, whipping her head back in confusion.

"But you can't do that!" Ginny whined, brows snapping with haughty irritation, "I'm invested now!" She grabbed Hermione's wrist in her palms as she begged with an obnoxious, huffing laugh, her lips puffing in a pout, "Please? But we share everything!"

Harry cleared his throat, scowling at his girlfriend's profile as he folded his arms over his chest in annoyance. "Everything, Ginny?" He accused, his face burning with embarrassment.

Ginny mirrored his blush as she chastened in her seat, catching his obvious meaning. She pulled his hand into her lap as she stroked him with her thumb, soothing him as she mumbled, "Not everything, Harry… obviously… I don't speak about you."

Hermione scarfed down her dinner and returned to her dormitory to shower and shave her legs. Her fingers trailed over her swollen clit in the warm spray of water, and she indulged in a few quick strums over her sensitive hood before she stopped herself, squeezing her thighs together with anticipation. She towel-dried her hair with an absorbent cloth and scrunched amber perfumed oil through the ends of her damp coils, forgoing the drying charm on her roots to salvage the curl pattern and battle the frizz. She gargled with mouthwash and brushed her teeth twice with muggle toothpaste, checking her pearly whites in the mirror with a satisfied nod. She dressed in the only pair of lacy white knickers that she owned and tugged on a thin matching camisole that left little to the imagination, the outline of her areolas and nipples visible through the flimsy material. She layered the ensemble with a white V-neck cotton top, finishing her outfit with black trousers. She left her feet bare as the dormitory was toasty from the heat of the fireplace.

She smirked as she caught sight of herself in the steaming glass of the lavatory mirror.

Perfect.

Hermione was too excited to attempt her code-breaking assignment or to prepare for her upcoming book club meeting, and paced circles around her room instead, puzzling out the rest of her seduction plan. First, they needed to establish boundaries. While she was desperate to sit in Draco's lap and grind her hips into oblivion, she knew that it was necessary to trudge through an awkward conversation about expectations and limits before lust fuddled their minds. Hermione wasn't on oral contraceptives, and she weighed the risk of pregnancy as she calculated her phase in the menstrual cycle. She wasn't sure if penetration was even allowed with Draco's contract, and she had unwittingly refused his offer to bring a condom.

She supposed they should start with other positions and ease into intercourse, as she was desperate to learn his body and discover what made him tick and fracture. Lude thoughts danced in her mind as her knickers dampened with lust. Would Draco like it if she stroked him in her hands? Would he cry out if she wrapped her lips around his cock? Her arousal grew as she debated the influence of his conservative upbringing on his sexual preferences. She knew that premarital sex was notably taboo in wizarding England, to a greater degree than it was back home, and that pornographic material was restricted from publication and trade. Her mind hazed as she pondered the extent of Draco's sexual education. She wondered if his parents had provided any level of instruction at all, as Hogwarts was expressly forbidden from educating its students in sexual health.

Many wizarding students possessed muggle contraband that they'd smuggled from home or bartered away from their muggle-born friends. Hermione recalled Harry's popularity in fifth year as he'd returned from a long summer spent with his muggle guardians, the Dursleys, a thick stack of tattered Playboy magazines hidden in his trunk. He'd passed out the contraband in the quidditch locker room out of the kindness of his heart, he'd teased to Hermione's shock and to Ron's satisfied nod of approval. Hermione wasn't sure if the contraband had fallen into the hands of Slytherins, although she assumed it was possible. She also wasn't sure if any half-blood students were present in the upper divisions of the Slytherin house, although she was confident that no muggle-borns such as herself were sorted into their ranks in the past seven years. She stalled as she wondered if Draco had ever seen a nude woman, or if she would be his first.

Hermione's lips pursed as her mind raced and twisted along chaotic pathways, buzzing with nervous excitement and insecurities. What if Draco thought oral sex was disgusting? She couldn't imagine him telling her no if she begged to suck him into her mouth, but what if he recoiled at the idea of licking between her folds? Could she handle his denial if he bristled at her brazenness? She may have been a virgin, but she was bold from years of research and empowered from countless hours spent studying her body with her fingers.

She paused in her step as nagging, unfounded insecurities picked at her self-confidence. What if her vagina looked weird? Or what if she had an odor? Hermione paced to the lavatory and grabbed her compact mirror to settle her mind. She tugged down her trousers as her hand hovered between her thighs. Her eyes snapped to the glass as she scrutinized her folds with careful inspection, pursing her lips in approval as she nodded. Everything looked normal, albeit swollen, as she dipped one finger into her sex and lifted it to her nose for evaluation. Her nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal, heady and sweet, but expected.

She cleared her throat as she readjusted her clothing, washing her hands in the sink before returning to her room to pace. Crookshanks was her companion on the hearth this evening, watching with slitted, sleepy eyes as Hermione passed the fireplace for the hundredth time. He curled his fluffy tail over his face as he yawned, ready to tuck in for the night.

A sharp rap echoed on the dormitory door, and Hermione startled in her step, fumbling with her timepiece. She frowned with a hum as she realized that it was only thirty past six. It couldn't be Draco at the door… it was half an hour too early, and she hadn't given him the Gryffindor password.

"I… I just… you weren't at dinner," Draco announced to her surprised expression as she opened the creaking door, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes dipped to her perky nipples just as she'd planned. "Colin Creevey let me in," he muttered under his breath, dragging his gaze back to her face. He cleared his throat as he nodded over her shoulder, his voice gruff as he asked, "Is it alright that I'm early?"

"Yes," Hermione breathed with a giggle, stepping aside as she motioned him into her room. She was smug with the knowledge that he'd worried over her intentions, and her shoulder shook with ill-contained glee as he stalked past, oblivious to her excited jig as nervous anticipation settled in his abdomen. Draco swallowed as he paced to her desk to check their potion out of habit, stalling to collect himself over the odorless fumes as he lay his belongings on the corner. His eyes swept over her room as he turned around, mustering up his courage. He faltered with distraction at the sight of the orange creature laying in a fluffy heap on the hearth of the fireplace. "When did you get a cat?" He asked, his face twisting with confusion.

Crookshanks rose to a stretch at the question, sauntering to Draco's feet with his fluffy tail twitching in the air. He rubbed against the Slytherin's calf as his back arched in pleasure, purring with approval as Draco bent to scratch his spine.

"I've had Crookshanks since third-year," Hermione answered with a smile as she bent to scoop the ball of fur into her arms, nuzzling her forehead against his face while he purred and swatted at her curls. Crookshanks captured a coil in his claw and pulled it to his mouth, gnawing on the tendrils with his sharp canines. "He's a fickle character," Hermione huffed with a grimace as she tapped at his wet nose with one finger until he released her hair, "He prefers the company of men, actually, and I don't usually see him until it's time for bed. I haven't mentioned him to you?" She asked with distraction as she ushered the cat out of the dormitory, not wanting an audience to their escapades. She stepped into her lavatory to wash her hands, returning to her bedroom with an amused expression. Draco cocked his brow at her as he snorted, leaning his hip against the desk as he relaxed into familiar banter, "You failed to mention your forty-pound kneazle, Granger."

"He's only half-kneazle and weighs twenty-five pounds, thank you," she clipped as she shut the lavatory door with her foot, resting her hands on her hips. He smirked at her and tapped his fingers on the desk, dark eyes floating over her chest in appraisal as color heightened on his cheeks. Hermione felt her taut nipples rubbing against her camisole and knew that he could see her stiff peaks through her top.

"So…," he hedged, clearing his throat as his eyes hazed with arousal, "Should we talk first, or do you have more surprises in store?"

"We should talk," she agreed, feeling relieved that they were of the same thought. She left her bed in its natural state and eased into a sitting position on the mattress, patting the blanket in front of her as Draco's jaw drew tight. He stalked towards her bed with stiff shoulders, and she tried very hard not to look at his hips lest she lose all control of her plan. He lowered next to her a moment later with a blush on his cheeks, the mattress dipping under his weight as he mimicked her cross-legged posture. He shifted on his haunches and tugged at his trousers to relieve his groin from the taut fabric, and Hermione bit her lip as his obvious erection strained against his leg. His voice was gruff as he met her glinting eyes. "I've never done this before," he admitted, and his lips tugged into a slight smile as he teased, "I'm assuming you haven't either since we almost knocked each other's teeth out."

Hermione giggled as she squeezed her hands together to redirect her nervous energy, a pleasurable thrill thrumming through her body at the confirmation of his inexperience and the knowledge that she would be his first. Her brain ticked off the box labeled sexually transmitted infections? as she cleared her throat, one awkward conversation out of the way. "I'm a virgin," she breathed, and his lips pursed as he swallowed. She gathered her courage as she gripped Draco's knee with her sweaty, excited palm, stroking him with her thumb as his hooded eyes dipped to their connection. Their captive gazes locked as they stared, breathless and flushing, while Hermione fidgeted with her lust.

"I want to touch you," she urged in a heady whisper, her voice weak with desire, and his breath stalled as his hips jerked in an involuntary roll. She bit her lip as she grasped his other knee in her shaking palm, feeling emboldened by his obvious arousal, "But I want to play a game first, and… talk about our limits." Draco's nervous hands covered Hermione's as his fingers swept under her sleeves to stroke her wrists, brushing against her radial pulse with the rough pads of his thumbs. "Just as we agreed, Granger. Anything you want."

"Anything?" She confirmed with a lift of a dark brow, and he swallowed as he nodded, scooting forward on his haunches until their knees touched. His fingers slipped from her sleeves as he leaned forward, capturing her surprised gasp with a firm kiss. Hermione took care to purse her lips so that they didn't gnash teeth, and she tangled her grip in his silky hair as she tilted his face to deepen their kiss. She pulled away when he started to tug her hips onto his lap and lay her forehead on his shoulder, trying to hold fast to her thready desire to establish boundaries.

"Oh my God," she laughed into his shirt, her cheeks flaming as his erection jutted towards her through his trousers, the beginnings of a wet mark staining the fabric, "We have to slow down."

He chuckled as he rubbed his hands down her arms in soothing motions, his chest heaving with his ragged breath. Hermione kissed his shoulder and trailed her lips up the column of his neck as he sighed, his hands stalling on her arms as his fingers twitched. "I won't be able to stop myself if you keep touching me," he whispered, and she bit and sucked at his tender neck in warning as he groaned into her hair.

"We're playing a game first, Malfoy," she whispered into his ear as she pressed one last, wet kiss onto his cheek. His eyes were black as she pulled away to admire the colorful bruises she'd sucked onto his neck. She threaded their fingers together on his knees, smiling as he squeezed her hands, his desperate eyes searching her face with need. His low voice thrummed through her heart as he begged, "Please tell me the game is undressing you."

She smiled as she shook her head, teasing, "Only if you win. The game is called two truths and a lie. We'll take turns saying three statements: two are true, and one is false. The objective is to guess the falsehood. If I guess correctly, then you'll remove an item of clothing. If I miss, then I'll take something off," she flushed, amending, "And you can't cheat with legilimency!"

Draco's expression turned devilish as he asked, "And do I get to touch you when you're naked?"

Hermione bit her lip and brushed her thumb against his wrist as her voice lilted, "Maybe … would you like to play a practice round first?"

"No," he snorted, his eyes burning with mischief and arousal as he ordered, "Tell your damn lies, Granger."

She giggled as her gaze drifted over her dormitory, searching her room in thought. She sobered as she glanced at her cauldron on the desk, recalling her mission to be mature about sex. Hermione was so distracted by Draco that she wasn't thinking, and she chastised herself as she remembered that they were supposed to talk about contraception. "One more thing," she sighed as she raised her nervous eyes to his, "I'm not on any contraceptive, Malfoy, and I don't know of any spells or how to make any potions. Do you?"

He shook his head as his brows furrowed, "You said that I didn't need to bring a condom. I can go get one," he offered in haste as he started to move, and she stopped him with a squeeze of her hands.

"No… I want to take it a little bit slower tonight," she pleaded with a nervous smile, and he returned her squeeze as his expression became earnest.

"Whatever you want," he repeated in a gruff voice, adding for reassurance, "I mean it, Granger. If you want to press your chest into my face for hours while I admire your breasts and recite sonnets… I'm yours, to use as you will," he huffed with a low laugh. Hermione relaxed as the last spindly thread of her insecurity blew into the wind, breaking into a fit of giggles at his gallant effort to soothe her worries.

"Are you a breast man?" She teased as his dark gaze dipped to her nipples, and he sucked in his breath as he nodded.

"And a leg man. And an arse man… an everything man, if you will," he shrugged as she unthreaded their fingers to cover her smile with her hands. She swallowed her resolve as courage colored her spirit, lifting her arms in a tight stretch above her head as her full chest arched towards his face. Draco chuckled with pleasure at the sight of her shirt pulling taut against her round peaks.

"I'm ready for your silver tongue," he sighed with hooded eyes as she relaxed her posture.

"Alright… hmm …," Hermione hummed, tapping her fingers against her chin as her lie formed. She hadn't practiced what she would say, as she knew it would come easy enough in the moment. She wanted to be somewhat fair as this was a muggle game, and she had the advantage of years of experience. She narrowed her eyes in a challenge as she drawled, "I had braces when I was a child… arithmancy is my favorite subject… and I can touch my toes. Which one is the lie?"

Draco's lips twisted as he searched her expression in thought. "You didn't have braces," he said with confidence, and Hermione grinned as she opened her mouth, pointing her index finger at the permanent lower retainer that was fastened to her molars. Draco recoiled with shock as his eyes narrowed in fascination and suspicion, "What the hell is in your mouth?"

"It's a retainer," she laughed, grinning at his ludicrous expression as her tongue tingled with the urge to call him cute.

"Why didn't you use magic?" He questioned as he gripped her knees in his palms.

"I had braces when I was eight," she smiled, distracted by his touch, "Before I showed magical abilities. My mother is a dentist, and my father is an orthodontist, so they took care of it."

"Your parents are what?" He asked with confusion as he danced his fingers over her knees in an absent pattern. She followed his trailing fingers with hooded eyes and cleared her throat, explaining with a blush, "They're like healers, except they only work with teeth. Although my father also performs corrective procedures on the jaw," she added as his brows furrowed. Draco cleared his throat and swallowed his resolve, smirking as he ordered with a click of his fingers, "Open your jaw, Granger. I want a closer look at this muggle torture device."

Hermione snorted as she tilted her head, startling with alarm as he tried to stick his finger in her mouth. "Hey!" She snapped, batting away his fingers with an incredulous laugh, "When was the last time you washed your hands?" He rolled his eyes as he ambled to her lavatory to scrub in the sink, returning a minute later to examine the metal contraption with soap-scented skin.

"Does it hurt?" He asked as he wiped his fingers on his trousers. She shook her head and shrugged, "Braces did at first, and I think my mouth may have been sore for a little while after I had my retainer placed… but I'm so used to it now that I don't notice it… by the way, you have to take off your socks."

His smirk warmed her chest as he tossed his socks to the carpet, his lips relaxing as he hummed the chorus to Fleetwood Mac's Dreams aloud while he pondered. "Arithmancy is obviously your favorite subject… so that means that you can't touch your toes… Seriously?" He teased as he stretched his long legs out on her mattress, pressing his chest flush against his thighs and knees in a languid stretch as he gripped his feet with loose fingers. He wiggled his toes as he turned his smug head to capture her shocked expression, his masculine posture fluid like a ballet dancer's as he flattened his palms on the mattress well beyond the extension of his toes, showing off his flexibility. Hermione gaped at him, cheeks flushing with arousal at the attractive sight, as her thoughts colored with obscenities at the prospect of what other positions he could reach. "I've never been flexible," she defended in a breathy huff as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"We'll have to work on that," he drawled, straightening his posture. He returned to his cross-legged pose and stroked her knees with the backs of his fingers, asking, "Is it my turn?"

Hermione nodded as Draco leaned his jaw on his fist, his lips curling in a taunting grin as he tried his hand at her muggle game, determined to deceive his clever partner, "I'm fluent in German. Divination is my favorite subject… and I had a schnauzer named Fluffy."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the obvious answer. "Divination is not your favorite subject," she laughed, her face contorting in disbelief as Draco's mirth abounded, his lips stretching into an evil grin as she stepped into his trap.

"Take off your top, Granger," he ordered with dark eyes.

"You're joking!" She scoffed, cheeks igniting in a deep hue of crimson that matched her pillowcases.

"Top off," he snapped with his fingers, and she swallowed as she hooked her thumbs into the hem of her sweater at his command, lifting the stretchy fabric in a slow tease over her chest and head as his ragged groan broke the silence.

"Merlin, you're beautiful," he sighed as his eyes softened, black pupils transfixed on the outline of her heavy breasts through the flimsy camisole. Hermione flushed as her chest heaved under his gaze, and Draco yanked her knees closer as he adjusted himself in his trousers, his voice gruff as he ordered, "Your turn."

Hermione tilted her head as she clenched her cunt, pulsing with excitement, and unable to help herself as she asked, "What was the lie?" They would have to circle back to his apparent love of divination later, as she had many questions regarding his obvious lack of sanity.

"I'll tell you if you take off your trousers," he rasped, his black gaze holding hers in a challenge, and she bit her lip as the urge to be daring overtook her. She scooted off the bed to his utter astonishment, her firm arse filling up his vision as she hopped to the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping her trousers as his jaw dropped. She shimmied until the fabric slipped down her legs, falling in a heap on the worn carpet. She kicked her trousers from her ankles and turned her smoldering gaze to his hooded eyes. She was a lioness in his mind, standing proud in her tight camisole and lacy knickers that were damp with her arousal. Draco inhaled as she climbed onto the mattress, granting him a healthy view down the valley of her top as she leaned forward. Hermione's thighs spread as she crossed her legs, and Draco's attention snapped, transfixed, at the thready, near-transparent cloth that covered her cunt. His fingers twitched as he gripped her thighs in a vice-like hold, and he couldn't control himself as he fell forward, ensorcelled, to press his lips against hers in a desperate kiss. He groaned into her mouth as their tongues tangled in a dizzying dance.

"I didn't have a dog," he rasped, panting against her jaw. "Tell your fucking lie, Granger," he commanded as they broke apart. Hermione resisted the urge to climb onto his lap as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus. Her siren's plan was unfolding more-or-less precisely how she'd imagined it might, and she was eager to push him further into desperation.

Her voice was weak as she tried to remain unaffected. "I adore the Spice Girls… Crookshanks is my first pet, and I have four cousins."

Draco frowned as he puzzled, grey eyes tilting towards the rafters in thought as his cheeks returned to their usual pale hue. "Who are the Spice Girls?" He asked after a moment.

"Britain's most talented singers, obviously," she laughed, distracted by the question, and Draco snorted as he let loose a shaky breath, his eyes narrowing with speculation.

"That's obviously one of your truths," he smirked, and Hermione returned his narrowed gaze as she flattened her lips in silence.

He hummed in thought as he answered, "Crookshanks isn't your first pet." Hermione grinned as she quirked a brow, clearing her throat. "Remove your shirt," she commanded as her arousal returned, and he paused for only a moment as he registered her order, threading his nervous fingers through his buttons as he popped open his dress shirt. Draco tossed the garment over the edge of the mattress and flushed under inspection.

"Oh my," Hermione sighed, giggling like a schoolgirl as her hot gaze raked over his hard body. His naked torso was just as she'd imagined, down to every dip of muscle on his abdomen and the thin trail of fair golden hair that disappeared in a tease under his trousers. She bit her lip as she resisted the urge to trail her fingers over his chest, then thrilled as she remembered that she could do whatever she liked.

"I'm going to touch you now," Hermione announced with bravado, lifting to her knees as Draco's eyes fluttered shut at her words, "But you can't touch me yet. Do you understand?"

Draco nodded as he balled his hands into tight fists at his side. Hermione traced her tentative fingers over his taut abdomen, gasping as his muscles contracted under her touch.

"Sorry," she clipped in a sharp huff, drawing her hands back. "It's alright," he whispered, reaching for her fingers and flattening her palm over his shaking abdomen. His cock was strained so tight against his trousers that it couldn't be comfortable, and it jerked in his lap as Draco panted, "I'm just… don't stop," he begged, his hooded eyes transfixed on her face. Hermione swallowed, rocking her hips in a slow gyration in the air as she tried very hard not to straddle him just yet. She traced the tantalizing lines at his pelvis that disappeared into his trousers, gooseflesh erupting over his skin in her wake as his hips rolled forward. He sighed, in relief or disappointment, Hermione wasn't sure, as her fingers trailed north past his navel. She palmed his firm pectorals with both hands and flicked the little pink nubs of his nipples with her thumbs as his lips tugged into a grin. She kissed his cheek as she panted against his profile, her body weak and pliant with arousal.

"Did that feel good?" She whispered against the shell of his ear as her nipples flattened against his chest.

Draco inhaled the scent of her hair as he nodded, nuzzling her cheek with his rough jaw as he collected his ragged breath. When he was able to speak, he wasted no time as he continued their game, his breath panting into her ear as he gripped her hips in his hands, "I've never broken a bone. I like to bake cookies with my mother. I play the drums. Pick the lie."

Hermione buried her nose against his cheek as she dragged her lips along his taut skin in thought, pressing hot kisses into his flushing jaw. She licked the salt from his heady perspiration, shivering as the sharp taste greeted her tongue. He tried to tug her onto his lap, but she stiffened and gripped his biceps, whispering not yet as he groaned with frustration.

"You've broken a bone before," she accused, thinking that it must be true since he'd spent so many years playing quidditch. Draco's fingers pressed into her skin as his warm, gruff chuckle huffed against her ear. "I'll let you decide what to remove," he breathed.

Hermione swallowed her thrill as she scooted back on her knees, lifting her flimsy camisole over her head in a slow, writhing motion for his enjoyment. Her full, heavy breasts bounced as she tossed the skimpy material over his head. She preened with pleasure and confidence as Draco rubbed his jaw with his hand, his muffled groan burning through his fingers. His hooded eyes locked onto her puffy pink nipples as he sucked in an uneven breath.

"Fuck, Granger," he rasped as his hand slid to his lap without his control, palming his erection through his trousers as if he couldn't help but touch himself, and Hermione gasped as her thighs slapped together.

"You can't do that yet," she whispered in warning, licking her lips as she stared, transfixed, at the growing wet spot on his lap.

He panted as his hand stilled, his fingers twitching with frustration. "You are making me crazy," he warned, and her eyes narrowed as she played her final hand in their game. He was ready. Arousal coursed through her body as she leaned back on her elbows across from him, draping her calves over his knees as she keened her hips in a roll on the mattress. His jaw slackened as his eyes fell to the tiny patch of material that was trying its best to cover her soaking cunt, the outline of her labia visible through the lace. Draco gripped her calves in his sweaty palm to yank her onto his lap as Hermione tutted at him, grabbing the blankets in her hands so he couldn't displace her.

"I said no touching," she smirked as she swept her dark curls in a fan over her pillow. She bit her lip with satisfaction as guttural curses spilled from Draco's lips. He rubbed his palms over his face as his rigid shoulders shook with his need to mount and claim her body.

"It's your turn," she purred as he muttered a series of fucks into his shaking hands. She rubbed her bare calf up his side as he lowered his fists to his lap in a tight ball, his eyes hazing over with a faraway expression that reeked of magic.

"You can't do that!" Hermione giggled, recognizing the glint of occlumency. His frustrated expression snapped to her taunting mouth as the haze lifted, his rough growl thrumming through her abdomen, "I am going to lose it, Granger! Fucking lose it!"

Hermione panted as her entire body flushed with heat, enacting her final tease to push him over the edge. "Take your turn, Malfoy," she ordered in a breathy lilt, walking her fingers in a slow trail down her abdomen. Hermione felt drunk with lust as Draco watched her fingers' descent with unfettered fascination, his expression arrested as his mind fractured. He groaned as her fingers dipped under the elastic waistband of her knickers, her intent obvious as her lacy knickers rubbed back and forth against her knuckles. Her breath hitched in her throat as she basked in the pleasure of his torture.

"Fuck!" Draco groaned as Hermione masturbated in front of him with abandon. She watched him through hooded eyes as she rubbed frantic, tight circles over her slick clit, his view obstructed by the last layer of flimsy, soaking cloth.

"You won't get to see if you don't take your turn," she whispered with a gasp, and his nostrils flared as he ground his jaw to the side, his expression black with lust.

"I…," he stuttered, his ragged breath stalling in his throat, "I can't fucking think, fuck!" He moaned as his hips jerked forward. "I like… I like to stargaze," he groaned, pressing his fists into the mattress as Hermione spread her thighs farther apart, pulling the lace tight against her cunt with the movement. Her labia pushed taut against the damp fabric as Draco lost his mind. "I want seven children," he gasped, desperate to shove his face into her cleft and lick her folds. She moaned as his gruff voice wrapped around her abdomen, spurring her arousal, "And I think wizarding music is superior to muggle music."

Hermione was only half listening as her mouth dropped open at the sight of his fractured expression. His jaw was tight as he tried to obey her desires, and Hermione slipped her finger into her warm cunt as she decided that he'd earned a reward for his obedience. She fucked herself as Draco vibrated with need under her legs.

"Choose one!" He ordered, unable to resist any longer as his hands gripped her calves, yanking her arse into his lap as the urge to bury himself in her cunt clouded his mind. She gasped at the sudden movement, thrilled with his fractured control as a bold idea rooted in her mind. She slipped her finger from her cunt with a soft, sucking pop, smearing it over Draco's lips as he gasped. She pushed her finger into his parted mouth as his lips closed around her in a sucking purse. He lathed his tongue around her skin like she was a caramel sweet, lapping at her heady fluids as his brows snapped together. He groaned with desperation and rolled his hips under hers with abandon, and Hermione felt her heart crack at the sight of her filthy Slytherin, coming undone on his knees.

"The second one!" She gasped, and Draco released her finger with a pop as he fell forward onto her chest, careful not to crush her as his fervent lips pressed into her gasping mouth. He hooked his fingers under her knickers and tugged the flimsy garment over her hips. Hermione lifted her arse as Draco pulled the final barrier over her thighs and ankles, stuffing her knickers into his trouser pocket. "Wrong," he hissed, lowering his face to her breasts. He sucked one puffy nipple in his mouth and rolled the tender bud with his tongue, his muffled groan vibrating against her skin. Hermione cried out as he suckled, tugging at her sensitive peak with his lips and teeth until she was swollen and panting with need. He tweaked her other nipple with his fingers as she moaned and tugged on his hair, unable to take anymore as electricity thrummed through her body. Her fingers crackled with magic as he gasped into her sweat-dampened skin, licking and kissing a path to her mouth.

"Show me how you like to be touched," Draco ordered as he panted against her lips. He fell back to his haunches, obedient with his education, sitting on tense knees between her thighs. Hermione moaned and flushed as she watched his abdomen contract with ill-restrained desire. Her frantic fingers demonstrated as she strummed her clit in tight circles, her head tipping back in pleasure against her pillow. Curses fell from Draco's lips as he gripped her thighs. "Can I touch you there?" He begged, and Hermione thrilled as she nodded, her breathy voice instructing with a gasp, "Fuck me with your finger.. at the entrance… that's where it's most sensitive."

Draco groaned as he stroked her wet labia with his fingers, slipping one shaking digit into her warm, tight cunt. He pumped and rotated his finger against her sensitive opening just like she'd instructed, and his hips jerked as she cried out with the sensation of being filled. He gasped as a new beg tumbled from his mouth, "Can I take off my trousers?"

Hermione's moans became frantic as the first warning spark of an orgasm pulsed in her cunt, and she nodded her consent as she begged him to fuck her with a second finger. Draco fumbled out of his trousers as he tripped to the floor, kicking the fabric down his legs as his thick, veiny erection sprang into view, the first cock that Hermione had ever seen… better than her imagination had ever conjured. Its mushroom head dripped with a string of precum as Draco leaped to his knees between her thighs, gripping his hot shaft in his palm as a dollop of sticky fluid fell to her curly mound, mixing with her sweat.

Draco tugged once on his cock, smearing his fluid down his shaft for lubrication. He threw his head back to the ceiling as his nostrils flared, a new bead of precum coating his throbbing tip. He slipped a second finger in Hermione's cunt as his hips jerked in a fucking rhythm, his groans joining hers as they masturbated together, lost in the haze of their adjoining lust. Hermione's face contorted at the sight of his dripping cock as she strummed her clit, unable to delay her orgasm any longer as she clenched her vaginal walls around his fingers until her arse shook. Her eyes rolled as her hips keened and bucked against him in a soaring orgasm, her cunt contracting around his fingers as his face fractured in return. Draco's guttural grunts fired into the room as he fucked his hand, his head snapping back in a roar as his tight hips rolled once, twice, three times, shooting thick ropes of semen from the tip of his cock as he painted Hermione's chest and abdomen with his sticky seed.

Draco collapsed in a boneless heap at her side, pulling her shaking body into his sweaty arms. He tucked her burning head against his chest as he buried his nose in her hair, unable to think and unable to breathe. His sticky semen smeared between them as Hermione shuddered against his skin, hooking her thigh over his hip as his sensitive cock spread a wet trail against her belly.

"Oh my God," she whispered into his chest, overcome with emotion, as he caught his breath. Draco squeezed his eyes shut as ill-contained desires barreled into his heart, ricocheting through his bloodstream in urgent whispers. He was overwhelmed with the instinctual impulse to mutter nonsensical promises of eternity into Hermione's hair, and he faltered with astonishment at himself as her shaking fingers smoothed circles over his sweaty back. He nuzzled his jaw into her wild mane as he tried to control his overwrought shivers, absorbing the moment as she pulled the tartan over their shoulders to warm him.

"Same time tomorrow?" Hermione joked as she gasped into his skin, unable to meet his eyes as she tried to remain confident with her decision to experiment. Complex, unfamiliar emotions overwhelmed her rational senses, and she was stunned with the urge to kiss his pouty mouth until she wept. She summoned her courage as she pulled away from his chest, sucking in lungfuls of steaming air as she lay her heavy head on her fist. Draco summoned his bookbag and rummaged for a monogrammed handkerchief to dry her smattered chest and belly. His face was taut as he cleaned her of his fluids, frowning at the Malfoy crest on his cloth, and Hermione bit her lip as her heart fractured.

"Was this a mistake?" She whispered, body abuzz with nerves as his hand faltered on her breast, his sharp eyes snapping to hers as his nostrils flared.

"It doesn't feel like one," Draco answered as he folded the cloth in half to cover his insignia, resuming his careful ministrations. Hermione bit her lip as she threaded her fingers through his, stilling his palm against her beating heart.

"It feels like magic," she whispered, and his eyes fluttered shut as he huffed out a laugh, unable to process his feelings as his heart was tugged in a chaotic whirlwind of opposing directions.

"You're a romantic," he deflected with a gruff tease, pulling her into his arms as he buried his face in her hair. She relaxed into his body as she huffed in agreement, stroking his firm hip with her fingers.

"You can stay," she whispered, and he stiffened in response, speaking in a hoarse, muffled voice into her curls.

"What if someone sees me leave in the morning?"

"We'll wake up early," she promised, trailing her lips over his pectorals as she planted firm, encouraging kisses over his heart. His breath stalled as his pulse thundered in a rapid, thready beat.

"Alright," he agreed with tired resignation, kissing her curls with trembling lips. He swallowed as he regained his courage, whispering into her hair as he teased, "But I sleep nude." Hermione giggled as she smacked his firm arse, earning Draco's quiet yelp of surprise and his sharp huff as he groped her arse in return. She buzzed with the desire to pester him with questions about divination and his wish for a brood of seven children, but resigned herself to quiet reflection as she lay snuggled in his embrace. This wasn't the moment to press for intimacy that he wasn't ready to yield, and she allowed her eyes to drift shut as she whispered Nox to dim the wall sconce, blanketing the dormitory in shadows. The flickering light from the fireplace danced over their bodies as they relaxed, lazy limbs tangled, into the comfortable warmth of her bed. Draco's breath slowed to even, languid puffs against Hermione's cheek, and her lips curled into a smile as she realized that he'd fallen asleep.

"Goodnight," she whispered, laying her cheek flat against his skin, the steady thrum of his heart lulling her into a dreamless sleep.