A/N: Slytherin's sainted socks, everyone! What an amazing response to chapter 6! Thank you so much!

The majority of reviews came from guests, but I can't respond privately to them *wail*. This makes me sad because your reviews are so lovely. But I was asked some good questions, so please bear with me while I answer them here. Ta!

Q: Will Ginny return to England? A: Definitely. In three or four chapters' time.

Q: Will the Dorchesters reappear? A: Daisy and Noah will, maybe Samantha; I'm not one hundred percent sure about her yet. Probably not the Dad.

Q: Will Blaise, Harry, Pansy and Ron appear? A: Absolutely! Plus Lavender and Theo. In fact, I think almost everyone's coming back.

To the reviewer who suggested a very steamy game between Draco and Hermione – have a read of chapter 1 of Stopover Part 2, and let me know what you think… Please be eighteen or over.

And finally, I'm very very sorry for not uploading chapter 6 in a timely fashion. Please forgive me by reading and reviewing this chapter.

Right! I'm done. On with the show!

Beware: LEMONS

Draco and Hermione made it to the bed upstairs. Although, if you asked the stairs' opinion, it was a close thing.

They lay in their luxurious king bed, handcrafted by minions who manufacture top-of-the-line bespoke beds for the ridiculously rich, according to the hotel brochure Hermione was reading.

She was reading the brochure because Draco fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit his hand-stitched memory foam pillow. He didn't usually fall asleep after sex. Must be all that exposure to new technology that wore him out. Or that massive burger he demolished at lunch.

Omigod, she thought, sitting bolt upright, letting the fine cotton percale sheet slide to her waist. They have a library!

Ooh, and an honesty bar.

But a library!

Sod Draco. She's off Library-ing!

She had one foot out of the bed when an aristocratic voice demanded sleepily 'Whereareyougoing?'

She looked back at him. Draco hadn't moved from the position she last saw him adopt, aside from the fact that one eye was open. That eye was firmly focused on her breasts.

She lay back down, careful to keep her breasts on display. A little teasing never went amiss.

'Are you awake?'

He thought about it. 'I'm not sure.'

'In that case, I'm going to check out the hotel's library.' She patted him on the head. 'You stay here and get some sleep.'

She got as far as one foot out of the bed again, when a warm, golden arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back.

'You are not going to the Library, young lady,' he said in his Professor voice. 'Not without a tether, anyway. How big is it?'

'I'll find out and let you know.' She wriggled a leg free from the sheets, but the golden arm refused to lift.

She pouted. 'We've only got this afternoon to check this place out,' she said sadly.

Draco's lips curved up in a smile, even though the eye had closed. 'No, we don't.'

Hermione peered suspiciously at him, which he didn't notice because, well – closed eyes. She poked him in the arm. 'Explain, Malfoy.'

'I booked the suite for us to use for the rest of the time we're in London.'

Open-mouthed, Hermione let that sink in. 'You're unbelievable.'

'Unbelievably good or unbelievably bad?'

She smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. 'This time – good. Better than good, even. Possibly even tremendous.'

He smirked.

'Do you want me to stay?' she asked.

This time he was serious. 'I always want you to stay.'

She snuggled down and picked up her brochure again.

She gasped. 'Omigod! The hotel has a pet concierge! We could bring Crooks along so he can be pampered.'

At this, Draco reared up and covered her body with his, all parts of him looking very, very awake.

'Hell to the no,' he growled, before crashing his lips to hers.

Hermione was usually above aesthetics, but deep down, she was secretly awed that what must be one of the most gorgeous men in the United Kingdom – Wizard or Muggle – found her desirable, too. She loved his light-blonde hair. She loved the light golden colour of his skin. She loved the curve of his jaw and the way his light stubble rasped against her skin when there was no daylight between them.

She loved his body, the slim form that contained hard, toned muscle that shifted and rippled under his skin as he moved.

She really loved his cock, the size of which has already been mentioned. And how he kept his balls and surrounding area hair-free – everything felt silky, smooth and warm.

But she couldn't get enough of his glacier-grey eyes, so vivid and distinct. He'd make her shiver when he'd convey a message to her with only a look.

I love you.

I want you.

You mean everything to me.

But best of all, she loved looking into his eyes when his face was between her legs, his tongue stabbing into her soaking wet cunt or flicking quickly over her clitoris, driving her mad with desire, lust and pure, raw need.

As he was now.

He'd made her come twice already. Her entire body trembled from the after-shock of her orgasms, but he wouldn't relent. Exhausted, she propped herself up on her arms and watched him suck her clitoris into his mouth, while spearing two fingers into her thoroughly wet channel.

'No!' she warned, gasping. 'You're going to make me pass out.'

His eyes sparked, and he surged his fingers in and out of her cunt with hard, impossibly fast strokes. He spread her folds with two fingers and laid her clit bare, lashing it with his tongue.

She fell back on the bed, wailing. 'Draco, please!' she begged. Please stop? She wondered. Please don't stop? She was so addled she didn't know what she wanted.

Her brain stepped aside, and she let her body do what it wanted.

The orgasm she felt approaching was different to the ones she had before. This seemed to generate from somewhere in her pelvis, pressing on her bladder.

Oh, hell. She wants to pee now? Stupid body, she grizzled to herself.

She clamped her pelvis muscles in an effort to stave off the urge. Draco felt the result grip his fingers, and he moaned around her clit.

Oh, God, the feeling was building. Along with the most delicious urge that was winding her body into a tight coil, came the embarrassing realisation that unless Draco got out of the way pretty quickly, she was going to accidentally urinate on him. Which she knew was a thing for some people. Whether Draco was into it or not was irrelevant, because she certainly wasn't.

'Draco…'

He looked at her, but didn't let his fingers or tongue slow.

'Draco,' she moaned, 'this is important!'

He kept up the punishing pace with his fingers. 'What?'

Her cheeks crimson red, she looked up at the ceiling and wailed 'I think I'm going to pee!'

He laughed.

The bastard actually laughed!

'You're not going to pee, love.'

'Yeah?' she panted. 'How the – omigod – hell would you – ooooh! – know?'

He gave her a look. In his eyes, she read: 'Love, I've slept with more girls than Weasley's had hot dinners. Do you really want me to tell you how I know?'

On second thoughts, she could always just trust him.

'However…' He paused while he ran his tongue over her labia and flicked over her clitoris.

Hermione's entire body was shaking and perspiration dotted her brow. 'What?' she screamed. 'What, for the love of fucking Merlin?'

'You might' –

Her voice cracked on a long wail as she experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Euphoria pulsed through every pore of her body, her cunt gripped Draco's fingers so hard he yelped, and to her utmost shame and outrage, liquid gushed from her body, streaming onto his hand and bed.

She collapsed onto the bed, panting.

'- squirt,' finished Draco, impressed.

Hermione took a deep breath and released it. Took another deep breath - and released it. Then she leapt off the bed, rounded on Draco and shoved him in the shoulders, hard.

'Hey!'

'You lying sack of shit!' she roared. 'I trusted you, and I wet the fucking bed! And you! Oh my God, this is beyond humiliating…'

Draco buttoned up the exasperated sigh that would otherwise have left his mouth and accio'd his wand. 'First of all – Tergeo!'

The stain on the once-pristine bed linen was just a memory, and his hand was clean and dry.

'Second of all' – he picked up Hermione's phone and handed it to her. 'Why don't you look it up and see for yourself?'

'You bet I will, buster,' she snapped and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Draco let the sigh go. And did a little hair-clutching, followed by some muttering at the ceiling.

Perched on the closed toilet seat, Hermione Googled half a dozen respectable, scientific websites and sped-read through the lot.

Once she was done, she wasn't that much further ahead in terms of her education. Okay. Female ejaculation is a thing. What it consists of and where it originates – the jury's still out.

She relaxed her research standards and looked a few women's magazines. The main takeaway from their inane chitter-chatter was that some women are capable of it, some aren't. Some might, but they'll never know, because neither they, nor their partner/s, have figured out how.

She put her phone down and sighed. I may have been the biggest brainy swot at Hogwarts, she thought, but I need to accept that there are things Draco knows that I don't.

Let's face it.

It was a pretty amazing orgasm.

She stood up and ran some water into one of the basins, splashing her face and rinsing her hands. Her eyes fell on the dinky little (real glass!) bottles of toiletries with tiny wee stoppers. She un-stoppered the conditioner bottle and took an inquisitive sniff.

Oh. My. God. Who makes this stuff? I want a bathtub full of it immediately.

She glanced at the bathroom door. A thought formed in her curly head.

Palming the conditioner bottle and picking up her phone, she left the bathroom.

Draco sat on the bed, enveloped in one of the hotel's impossibly fluffy bathrobes (yet still managing to look undeniably and sexily man-like) playing a game on his phone. He looked up warily when Hermione approached, then climbed languorously onto the bed next to him.

He pressed 'pause' on his game but kept silent, waiting to see which particular Hermione he would be dealing with.

Her large chocolate eyes looked into his, and she threaded a hand through the back of his hair. 'I'm sorry, Draco,' she said softly. 'I was' – she looked away - 'well, embarrassed' doesn't really cover it, but it'll do.'

His free arm snaked around her waist.

Turning back to him, she said 'You've taught me new things about myself. Thank you.'

Draco put his phone to one side. He drew her into his fluffy arms and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. 'It's okay, love.'

'I'm sorry about my temper,' she said disconsolately. 'I'll try to' –

She was stopped by a long, slim finger on her lips. 'Remember what I said the last time you apologised for your temper, kitten. You wouldn't be you without it.'

Her cheeks warmed.

Then he tugged her chin up with his finger and spoke close to her lips. 'You know you have no reason to be embarrassed with me.'

She smiled tremulously. 'Sharing my life with someone takes some getting used to.'

Draco, who'd had many lovers but had never let anyone into his life before, agreed.

She touched his shoulders again – gently this time – and laid him down on the bed. 'Your turn.'

'You don't have to, love,' he demurred. Inside his head though, a little voice shouted 'Oh, thank Merlin!'

It was her turn to give him a look. Hers said: 'I know what your head is saying.'

He let her part the fluffy folds of his gown.

She spent a lot of time exploring his erection with her lips, mouth and tongue. She kept her hands away from temptation by running them over Draco's muscled thighs, applying gentle pressure that made those muscles ripple.

Encouraged by his low moans, she worked her way down his erection with her mouth, swallowing more of him, bit by bit. She took her hands off his thighs and wrapped one around the base of his cock, and gently held his balls with the other.

'Oh, my gods,' he groaned, spreading his legs a little further.

She made sure his cock was good and wet before she removed her lips and took one testicle in her mouth. Stroking his cock, her tongue swirled around the delicate organ. She felt his cock spasm under her hand when he gasped out loud.

She did the same with his other testicle, while tracing a path along his perineum with her index finger. His hips bucked in response; she looked up.

A fine sheen of sweat lined his torso. He'd wrenched his arms out of the fluffy robe. One hand was in his damp hair, and another was clutching the headboard. She couldn't see his eyes; his head was thrown back. He was moaning in low tones almost constantly.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before engulfing it in her mouth again. While she distracted him with her tongue and lips, she surreptitiously opened the little bottle and applied the conditioner to her finger.

Curious, a little nervous, she pressed the lubricated finger to his arsehole, and spread the conditioner around the entrance.

Draco reared up, his stomach muscles clenching as he gaped at her. 'Are you sure?' he gritted.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled sardonically. 'Do you want it?'

His silver eyes glittered. 'I want anything you do to me.'

Her heart beat a little faster. 'Lie back,' she whispered.

He fell back instead, every part of his body thrumming.

Re-lubricating her finger, she applied her mouth and other hand to his cock while she worked around the entrance to his arse.

Now or never.

She breached the entrance to his anus with her finger and slowly moved inside.

Draco's reaction was electrifying. He practically howled at the ceiling and his thighs shook. 'More, love,' he pleaded, 'it feels so fucking amazing…'

When her finger was in as far as it could go, she pulled back about half way, then pushed forward again. She did this over and over, not neglecting his cock, while Draco muttered 'gods, gods, gods' under his breath. His cock, under Hermione's hand and mouth, was as hard as stone.

''Mione…' He said her name on a gasp.

'Yes?' she whispered.

'… two fingers in me…'

She gently eased her finger from his body, and applied conditioner to her middle as well as index finger. Hoping he knew what he was doing, because she sure as hell didn't, she put both to the entrance of his arse – and slid inside.

His body bowed off the bed. 'Fuck!' he screamed in a strangled voice.

Scared, Hermione started to withdraw.

'No, don't! It feels so fucking good, love, I'm so close, please don't stop…'

So she moved both fingers further into his body, withdrawing and repeating, slowly speeding up. She stroked his cock and sucked hard on as much of it as she could fit into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing. All the while, Draco revelled in the most exquisite pleasure-pain with random, half-completed words falling from his lips as Hermione inched him closer and closer to insanity.

'Oh gods oh gods... Hermione… ARGH!'

He exploded in Hermione's mouth. His sperm erupted from his cock with such speed that she felt most of it hit the back of her throat.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever, encouraged by the constant stimulation of her mouth and fingers. Eventually, when he was completely wrung out of sperm and energy, his muscles relaxed and he slumped back onto the bed, breathing hard.

Slowly, Hermione withdrew his fingers from his arse and removed her mouth from his cock. She climbed off the bed, on her way to the bathroom, but first went and stood by the bed near his body.

His clear eyes stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling erratically.

'You okay?' she asked softly.

With effort, he turned his head her way. 'I'm never letting you go,' he rasped. 'Just so you know.'

'What – just because I can give you a decent orgasm?' she teased.

He shook his head. 'No. Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.'

Tears pricked at her eyes.

'And also, your fingers are the perfect size for my arse.' He winked.

She headed to the bathroom, showing him one of those fingers in a rude gesture. His laughter followed her.

Early evening

Next to the bed, Hermione's phone beeped. She reached over, with difficulty, to retrieve it, since Draco had an arm around her waist and wasn't in the mood for letting her go, even for a second.

Triumphant, Hermione snuggled back into her wizard-pillow and looked at the screen. 'It's a phone message from Mum.' She retrieved it and played it on speaker phone.

Hello dear, I hope you and Draco are having a lovely time –

'We are indeed, thank you,' smirked Draco, wincing when she pinched his arm.

I was wondering if you'd be home for dinner. Actually, I'm hoping you'll be home for dinner because a couple of owls have arrived. One is that rather odd-looking wee thing from the Weasley's. I don't recognise the other one, but it's a huge black monster that's chasing the Weasley's little owl around the house, de-feathering it, not that it needs less feathers; and it's even taken a clump or two out of Cookshank's fur. He's now hiding behind the china hutch and won't come out. Your father's shut himself in the study and won't come out until they go. He's worried the big owl might make off with what's left of his hair.

Neither owl will leave, so I presume the letter writers want replies. The Weasley letter is for you, dear. As far as I can tell – it won't let me get close – the monster's letter is for Draco.

So, if you wouldn't mind popping home at your earliest, I'd be very thankful. Also, I hope your wands are good at cleaning up owl droppings. The more I clean, the more they plop, it seems. Cheerio, darling!

Draco and Hermione looked at each other.

'There's always tomorrow,' she whispered, kissing him.

'After all, tomorrow is another day,' said Draco brightly, and wondered why Hermione laughed and called him Scarlett.

A/N: I'm pleased I got this (slightly smaller) chapter uploaded on September 22nd, a certain birthday for an actor/musician whose initials are T and F. May he be constantly stopped in the street and greeted as 'Draco Malfoy' for many more years to come!

Ngā mihi nui i tō rā whanau - wishing you many happy returns of the day.