A/N: Hello! Huge note here first to explain what this is. So I originally posted this on ao3 as part of a series called "By Request." It's a collection of one shots that I was prompted to write, mostly by people on twitter. As it was mostly an exercise for me, I posted them all in one fic, but I've come to like a few of them quite a lot and want them to standalone. I won't be reposting them separately on ao3, but I will be posting a few here.

Original A/N: This work is a series of one shots that are unrelated to each other.

Some may be beta'd and some will not. In general they will probably be a little less refined. This is more of an exercise for me to get myself thinking, but I wanted to share it with all of you.

It's called By Request because I asked my Twitter followers for prompts and word counts because I wanted to write them some short fics.

This one is for Anna, _LaVieEnRose2 on Twitter. Thank you Anna!

prompt: Hogwarts 6th/8th year party where they hook up. 700-900 pls if you can xx

I've never done word count challenges before, so I blew past this. It comes in at 1495. This piece was beta'd by the amazingly talented and hilarious commentator starkidsftw.

Hermione stood in the corner of the Gryffindor common room laughing. The contents of the red solo cup in her hand splashed out as she hit Harry in the chest with the force of her amusement.

"Honestly, Harry, how could you think any of us didn't know?"

"I don't know!" he said indignantly, throwing his hands out and hitting Neville in the process, who knocked into Pansy, who didn't seem too bothered.

"Your eyes are glued to Ginny's arse every time she walks by. Just tell her you're in love with her already."

Harry's cheeks went red and he shook his head. "I... I can't."

The music swelled around them as the beat dropped and the end of year party celebrating their final, if delayed, exit from Hogwarts continued.

"Fine. I'll tell Ginny if you tell Malfoy."

Hermione's smile dropped, along with her cup, liquor flying everywhere. "What?" she asked, reaching for her wand to quickly dry their wet feet where the cheap alcohol had hit them.

"You have been pining after him since sixth year."

"I have not."

"I figured it out in the tent," Harry said, pointing his finger accusatively. "I had loads of time to think. You must have known what was going on, or at least suspected I was right, because you were always trying to stop me from looking into him. You love him."

Hermione shook her head, tears forming. "Harry, I would never betray you."

Harry waved his hand dismissively, grabbing another solo cup from Neville's hand as he passed by on his way to Pansy, two cups in hand. "Hermione, honestly, you're my best friend. I don't feel betrayed. Go on."

Harry turned around with uncharacteristic bravery, or maybe it had just been easier than dying, and walked straight towards Ginny. Hermione watched their silent conversation for a few moments before she saw Harry lean in and press his mouth to Ginny's, her arms around his shoulders.

Fuck. I mean good for Harry, but—fuck.

She turned and looked at Malfoy, who was standing in the corner with Blaise and Theo. She was surprised they were even inside the common room, but eighth year had ended a lot of house division.

She stood up straight, took a deep breath, and walked resolutely towards him, stumbling as she crashed into Neville who she noticed was holding Pansy's hand and leading her somewhere.

She felt unsteady after that—unsure. What if he rejected her? What if he didn't want her?

She needed to know.

"Malfoy," she said, standing in front of him, looking at him with her Head Girl stare.

His eyes took her in and he arched an eyebrow. "Going to give me detention, Granger?"

She softened, trying to appear casual. "No, of course not. Um...can we speak privately?"

He shrugged. "I suppose."

The girls' dorm would not permit him to enter, so they snuck into Harry's instead.

Sitting on the bed, Hermione looked up at Draco. He looked so tall standing in front of her and she suddenly felt overwhelmed. She knew that if she were to bare her soul and be refused, she would curl up in these blankets and never leave.

He crossed his arms. "What is it, Granger?"

She took a deep breath, looking at her shoes. "I am attracted to you. And I have been for quite a while. And it may also go beyond that but I wasn't going to mention that part because this seems like a lot to admit at once but oh, fuck, I guess I did. Well, um, yes."

She covered her face with her hands.

She felt Draco gently remove them from her face and found him kneeling in front of her. "Hermione Granger," he said slowly, a hint of amusement in his voice, and she gasped at her name. "Are you trying to tell me that you fancy me?"

She blushed even harder and nodded, afraid that she'd faint from how fast her heart was racing.

"Would you believe me if I said I fancy you too?"

She sucked in air. "You do?"

"For years," he said, tucking a curl behind her ear as he pulled the scrunchie out so that her hair floated around her shoulders. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

"I'm gonna kiss you now," she whispered.

He nodded, and their lips crashed together in wild abandon, both yearning for so long and pouring every solitary memory into their kiss. Every moment spent alone, every night they wanted each other, separated by their sides of the war.

"I want you," she whispered.

He pulled back and shook his head. "Not like this."

Her face crumpled with the sting of his rejection after such a kiss. "I don't understand."

"Do you have any sober up potion in that bag of yours?" He nodded at the keychain sized purse she always had attached to her waist. "I want you fully aware if we're going to do this. I want you to say yes like we're in the light of day and you can see me and you won't regret a damn thing."

She nodded, enlarging the bag and pulling it up to her, taking out a potion and drinking it, offering him one before she realized he hadn't been drinking. She felt the effects instantly and looked up at him.

"Do you still want me, Granger?" he asked, and she sensed the insecurity.

"Now, please. And then again later. And tomorrow. And the next day. If you don't mind," she smiled and shrugged smugly.

He growled as he pushed her onto fucking Harry Potter's bed and lifted the hem of her skirt, rubbing her through the cotton knickers that held her heat. He pulled them down, slipping his hand inside and groaning at her arousal.

"Fuck, Granger, you're so wet for me."

"Please, Draco." She tilted her hips, offering him herself, and he slid a finger inside, marveling in the ridges that would soon be on his cock.

"Fuck...I want to lick you," he said, looking up at her.

Hermione shook her head. "Later. I want you now." She reached down and grabbed his erection through his pants.

Draco moaned, burying his head in her shoulder. "Fine," he said, strangled with the effort of trying not to come. "But I want you coming in my mouth later."

She nodded, excitedly pushing away her knickers and her skirt as he pulled down his pants. She pulled her shirt over her head and he froze in his unbuttoning, staring at her chest.

"Please, Draco, I need you."

He hurried, undressing haphazardly, and threw himself on top of her, taking her tits in his mouth one at a time before moving up to kiss her, one hand reaching to line his cock up with her waiting cunt.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking in her amber eyes.

She laughed. "Just fuck me, Draco."

And he pushed in, slowly but all at once -her passage was so drenched that he met no resistance. They both panted, watching as his cock disappeared inside her until they were finally joined, their pelvises touching.

"Fuck me, Granger, you're bloody perfect." His hair hung around his face and his eyes were glued to their joining as he slowly started to pull out and push back in.

Hermione arched her back, senses overwhelmed at the feel of him moving inside her. "Faster, please," she begged.

He leaned down, his chest pressed to hers, and looked directly into her eyes as he fucked her hard and fast, pumping his desire into her as he drove her towards her orgasm.

"Wanted you for so long, Granger. Just like this. That's it. My good girl. You're gonna come so prettily on my cock, aren't you, Hermione? Do you want to feel me come inside you?"

Hermione's vocalizations were nothing but a stream of fuck and yes and please until she screamed his name as she clenched and came around him, arms tight around his shoulders.

His mouth hung open as he filled her up with years of longing and pining and finally, finally, his seed. "Good girl," he whispered, gasping for air as he finished, still fucking it into her with the remains of his hardness before he softened. "Keep it safe for me, okay?"

Hermione nodded, willing to give him anything he asked for in that moment. Boneless and sated for the first time in her life.

As he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, he kissed her forehead.

Hermione giggled.

"What is it?" he asked.

"We're in Harry's bed. We fucked in Harry's bed."

"I'm sure he'll be in Ginevra's all night anyway." Draco smirked. "Would you like to sleep?"

She nodded against his chest and felt him pull her closer. His chin rested against her head, and she felt his breaths even out as exhaustion pulled him towards the lull of rest. She smiled.

Safe and satisfied, with the promise of more, Hermione slept.