LOL remember how I said I might actually be getting around to writing consistently - yeah that didn't happen. anyway, Merry Whatever and Happy Always

the Slug Club Christmas Party

Even though Professor Slughorn's office is decorated beautifully and the food is magnificent, Hermione finds herself bored and annoyed. Yes, she wishes that she hadn't been so rude to Ron or so thoughtless about Harry, but she mostly wants to leave and find Draco so he can help her bang out her frustration.

Yes, literally.

While the Slug Club is exactly something that would look fantastic on a resumé, she can't bring herself to engage in conversation with anyone who could potentially help her get a job of some kind after leaving Hogwarts in a year and a half. She's been avoiding McLaggen, who wouldn't leave her alone and kept trying to kiss her, because he's insistent and turning him down completely would result in him snooping into her life, and that, my friends, would result in everyone finding out about her little secret.

Yes, Draco has become her dirty little secret, and while he is not little, but definitely dirty, he is a secret nonetheless. It's probably why she's been standoffish towards Ronald and why she's been careless about her time with Harry. He's like a drug, and she only wants to be with him.

It's actually the most normal thing in her life. She feels like a normal teenager when she's around him, one who's clearly in love and wants to do nothing but be with him all the time.

He's become so much of a distraction that she's willingly choosing not to do her homework or her reading. They say they'll do their homework, but once they're together, the clothes are off and there's no homework done.

So it's becoming a bit of a problem … one that she has no intention of solving.

Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

That's a saying her mum would say when they would speak of someone and then they would show up or be mentioned in conversation.

Draco has apparently decided to grace everyone with his uninvited presence, because Finch comes bursting in the office door all but carrying him but the collar of his jacket. Finch is blathering on about how he caught him lurking and trying to crash the party, but Hermione knows better.

He wants to see her.

He had said yesterday that he wanted to see her in the party dress Ginny helped her pick out in Hogsmeade, but there would be no way he could see it without causes a disturbance.

Well, I suppose he decided that the dress was disturbance-worthy.

As Professor Snape berates him for snooping around the party and Professor Slughorn attempts to stop him (but fails), Draco's eyes dart from the floor and up to hers. He looks sheepish, in his own way, and she grins at his displeasure. She's been doing her own snooping, listening in on the conversation, which has been effective. She knows he's only here to see her, or at least she thinks that's why. Perhaps she would ask him.

Snape grabs him by the arm of his jacket and drags him out of the party, but before he is gone, he turns his head to wink at her. She knows what that means.

She turns to Luna, who for some reason Harry thought would be the best option for bringing to the party, and says, "I think I've had enough excitement for the night, do you think you can tell Cormac that I'm going back to the dormitory?"

"Don't you want him to walk you? You are his date, after all," Luna says in that dreamy tone of hers.

"No, it's okay. I think I've had one too many of those wonderful puffs. He should stay and have fun," she insists, nodding her head.

Luna doesn't seem to give it another thought and nods, "Sure, I will tell him. Have a good night, Hermione."

"Night," she waves and leaves the party in a dash.

She finds him outside an empty classroom on the same floor as Slughorn's office and quickly pulls him inside.

"What are you doing?" She asks him fiercely. "One day Harry is going to put it together!"

He scoffs, "Oh please, Potter is so oblivious."

"Not when it comes to you," she shakes her head. "He is determined to figure out what's going on with you."

"Well, good thing we have three weeks away from this place," he grins and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Although, I would much rather be able to be with you."

She smiles sadly, "Me too, but alone."

He nods and chuckles, "Oh, definitely alone."

She giggles, and then she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes. She smirks and looks around slowly, "We're alone right now."

He grins at her antics and pulls her into the empty classroom quickly, simply locking the door instead of casting a spell. He pushes her lightly back against the wall and cups her cheek in one hand and her arse in the other. She grins and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him with enough fervor to make him melt against her. She bucks her hips into his, inwardly chuckling at the half-erection that was already present. He moans obscenely into her mouth and she takes it as an opportunity to thrust her tongue into his mouth and taste him. He grunts and squeezes her arse, effectively pushing her lower half into his and holding it there.

She loves how he reacts to her when she does dirty things.

"You look so good, by the way," he pants in her ear and nips at her earlobe with his teeth. "Like the goddamn goddess Athena."

She laughs breathlessly and grinds against him, aching for more physical contact. His eyelids flutter and he kisses her neck, dragging his teeth over her pulse point. She whines and scratches his hairline at the nape of his neck.

He gasps and pulls back from her, his eyes dark with arousal. "Do you want this over before it begins?"

She grins cheekily, "I want to enjoy myself, and have your full attention."

He growls and grabs her hands, dragging her over to the desk in the front of the room. "I want to fuck you on this desk, like I've imagined doing so many times during classes." Her mouth waters at his words and she can feel the ache between her legs grow stronger. "Is that my full attention, or do you want more?"

Feeling cocky and hazy due to the amount of arousal she's feeling, she smiles wickedly and whispers, "I want it all."

He's clearly heard enough as he picks her up and drops her on the desk. She's now an inch taller than him, so he has to lean his head to capture her dirty fucking mouth with his in a searing kiss. He reaches under the hem of her dress and skims the tops of her thighs with light fingertips. He draws squiggles on the inside of her thighs and she squirms while kissing him back, untucking and unbuttoning his shirt.

He breaks the kiss to drop to his knees and begins to pull her stockings down. She kicks her shoes off and helps him ease the stockings off her legs. She reaches behind her back and pulls the zipper of her dress down. He takes off his jacket and shirt and throws them off to the side, her dress joining the pile a moment later.

He returns to his position between her legs and pulls her so her bottom is at the edge of the desk. He fiddles with the waistband of her panties and caresses her hips and thighs before heaving her legs over his shoulders. She pants with anticipation and bites her lip, waiting for his first touch.

His first touch actually comes from his mouth, in the form of a kiss to the area where her thong barely covers her pussy. It's soaked through with her arousal and her smell encircles him. His hands travel up from her thighs up to her center where he plays with the fabric of the thong before literally ripping it off her.

She gasps at the sudden coolness on her throbbing pussy, and then she moans loudly as two of his fingers probe her drenched opening and his thumb rests on her clit.

He grins, his eyes flicking up to her face to see her expression as the two fingers enter her slowly. Her mouth falls open with a cry and her head falls back. His fingers go in her more and more each time he thrusts his hand and his thumb circles her clit quickly. She moans and her hands go to his head, forcing him down and closer to her pussy. He chuckles and removes his fingers, but not before wiggling them while inside her and pressing down in her clit a few times, effectively making her wetter and wetter. She groans when his touch is gone but nearly screams when it is replaced with his tongue.

He licks her center again and again, collecting her juices on his tongue before plunging his tongue in her pussy. She tugs on his hair, moving his head at a quick pace that she needs for release. He allows her to move his head as he eats her out, twisting his tongue around inside her, finding her sweet spot and proding it multiple times. She lets out four short moans, rocking her hips against his mouth, before shouting out his name and squeezing her legs against his head as she comes hard on his tongue.

He licks her pussy one final time before licking his lips and looking up at her. She has her eyes clenched shut and is panting for breath. He eases her thighs off his shoulders and stands slowly as to not startle her. She opens her eyes and stares at him, a small smile gracing her lips.

She reaches with shaky hands to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down so she can reach into his boxers for his still-impressive-after-all-this-time dick. He shivers at her touch and places his forehead on her shoulder, watching with hooded eyes as she strokes him. Her hand is gentle but firm, and she runs her thumb over the tip occasionally which makes him jerk his hips forward each time.

"Please, my love," he moans.

"But I have to repay you for —"

He stands up straighter and puts his hand out for her to stop. "You don't have to 'repay' me for anything. The least you could do is let me come in you since I'm harder than a rock."

She snorts quietly and tilts her head back so she can kiss him softly before wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing his boxers down. He lines himself up just in time before she tightens her legs and effectively pushes him into her. They both groan and he thrusts his hips a little more so he's completely sheathed in her.

She wraps her arms around his neck and starts rocking her hips into his. He thrusts in time with her hips and places open-mouthed kisses on her chest. He pulls one of her breasts out of her bra and sucks lightly on the nipple. She runs her nails over his back and up into his hair which results in his hips snapping into hers quicker and harder. She whines and tightens her legs even more, making him wonder how there's room for him to move at all.

"Oh god, faster, please," she begs, her voice high. "Please."

He obliges, thrusting faster, and he reaches down to rub her clit roughly at the same time he bites down on her nipple. She cries out obscenities at all the sensations he's providing and bucks her hips against his quickly. At this point, she's almost laying flat on the desk as she relishes the assault on her senses. He switches nipples and sucks hard, flicking it with his tongue, and he doesn't stop how he strokes her clit with the pad of his thumb.

Her breaths get shallower and her walls start to clamp down on him and he praises god because he's gonna lose it any second now.

"Fuuuck," he groans loudly, his pace sputtering as he starts to shoot streams of come inside her. He presses down hard on her clit and she yelps, moving her hips against his cock at her own pace to reach the glorious peak.

She stops breathing for a moment, her hips moving of their own accord, before she screams and comes, squeezing his dick for all its worth.

He collapses on top of her, breathing hard as he tries to relax from his orgasm. She falls back, fully on the table, and lets him rest his head on her chest as she pants.

"How … how do we keep having better and better sex?" He asks. "Isn't is supposed to get sloppier every time we do it?"

She laughs lightly, "It's us, we don't conform to any stereotype."

"Ah, well that's true."

They pick themselves up off the desk and he finds his wand to cast the spells. She fixes her bra and pulls her dress over her head. "Can you help with the zipper?"

He nods, pulling his shirt back on and rebuttoning some of it. He sweeps her hair off to the side and traces the line of her spine before finding the zipper. "You really do look beautiful," he whispers as he slowly pulls the zipper back up.

She turns after he finishes and smiles, placing her hand on his cheek. "Thank you, my love." She reaches up to kiss him again, gently now, and he doesn't mind at all.

They sadly miss the sound of a door unlocking and the sound of it swinging open. They don't hear anything, in fact until the soft and quiet squeak that comes out of the intruder on their happiness.

Hermione pulls away quickly and her eyes go wide as she realizes who's at the door. Draco turns his head and also has a similar deer-in-the-headlights looks.

"Hello," Luna waves slowly. "I was tracking nargles after the party and this room was full of them … now I know why."

Draco looks at Hermione and she stares at Luna, not knowing what to do next. He takes the opportunity to button the rest of his shirt and pull on his jacket on. "Uh, look Looney —"

Hermione snaps out of it enough to hit him squarely in the chest and correct him. "Luna, uhm, do you know —"

"Do you love each other?"

She stops bumbling over her words and they both look at Luna oddly. "What?" They ask for clarification.

"Do you love each other?"

Hermione opens her mouth but doesn't say anything, unsure how will proceed. Draco takes a breath and places his hand on the small of her back, nodding. "We do, Luna." She's surprised by his straightforwardness, and her face clearly shows it as she looks at him with wide eyes.

Luna smiles and nods, "Then that's all I really need to know. Have a lovely evening." She clicks her heels like Dorothy and leaves, just like that.

They're silent for a moment before Draco asks, "What the fuck was that?"

I truly love this pair and I will continue adding to this story, although I'm not sure what exactly I have up my sleeve to make it more ... than just sexual encounters? but then again, that's what the title is, so do I need to include more than that? who knows. please fave and review as I live and breathe for them