~7~

"You'd tell me, right?"

Draco rolled his eyes as he nipped her hip. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific."

Hermione shivered, a hand coming up to grasp his hair. "You know... regarding the terms of our arrangement."

His tongue traced the small indent he'd left, soothing the area before his teeth lightly trailed down her thigh. "We're friends that fuck, Granger. What's there to tell?"

She exhaled shakily. He was starting to kiss his way up, causing her other hand to clench the bedsheets in anticipation. Steeling her resolve, she blurted out, "You'd tell me if you love me, right?"

He paused at this, his lips hovering right above her core. He lifted himself up on both elbows and gave her a look. "What on Earth possessed you to ask me that right when I'm about to eat you out?"

She tried to ignore the need that was screaming at her right now. "I'd tell you."

Draco scowled. "That's what we agreed. We laid down some ground rules – specific ground rules – before we started this. Nothing's changed." The scowl slowly dropped from his face as something occurred to him. "You're not- I mean... Are you starting to-"

"No," she said emphatically. "No," she repeated. "I just wanted to make sure."

There was a long pause. Hermione wasn't sure if he was even gonna respond but then, "I'd tell you."

Hermione looked down at him, expecting a patronizing expression but the only thing she could see was his sincerity.

She nodded. "Okay."

"Now, can I finally bury my head in your pussy or do you have any other questions for me?"

She blushed furiously and he took that as a 'yes'.