A/N: As always, thanks to my alphabet team, BiscuitsForPotter and DisenchantedGlow, who probably suffered several lady boners as a result of this chapter.

NSFW content ahead. ;) Enjoy.

In his dream, Granger was kissing him. His cheeks, his neck, his chest. He groaned, swearing that he could almost feel her warmth against him.

"Good morning," a voice purred.

Draco blinked, his eyes squinting against the early morning light streaming in through his windows. The warm feeling of Granger's touch was still there, trailing lower over his torso until a warm hand gripped his hard length.

His eyes shot open. It was no dream. Granger was next to him, stroking him with strong, firm movements without hesitation, her lips trailing a hot path along his neck.

"Granger…" he moaned as her tongue slipped out and snaked down his stomach.

"Hmm?"

Her touch ventured lower, her breath now hitting his lower abdomen in hot puffs.

"What are you…?" he began.

But before he could finish, his cock was enveloped in the soft warmth of her mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, unable to stop the bucking of his hips up into her mouth.

She pulled back briefly, and he opened his eyes to see her pulling her hair over her shoulder before puckering her lips around him again.

He threw his head back into the pillow as she took him into her mouth, shallow at first, but then deeper. He cursed, one hand flying to her cheek as she sucked gently.

One of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her mouth as she bobbed on him. Draco did his best to lie still, but couldn't stop the occasional twitch of his hips as she swirled her tongue around him just so.

She didn't take him deep, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in skill. Her head tilted one way and then the other as she bobbed up and down, granting him a twisting feeling that was magnified by the constant movement and swirling of her tongue. He couldn't resist lifting his head to watch her mouth on him. Watching his cock disappear behind her pink lips was like a dream.

Every minute or so, she would release him with a pop, taking a deep breath and kissing the tip of him with reverence. He watched with awe as she looked up at him through her eyelashes as her tongue dragged up the underside of his cock.

A string of incoherent curses left his lips as she took him as deep as she could, saliva pouring down his hardened length as she pulled back with a gasp.

"Fucking goddess," he groaned, letting his thumb stroke the hollow of her cheek as she sucked him hard.

It was too much. The warmth, the wetness, the suction of her gorgeous mouth on him. After only a few minutes he felt a familiar tightening within him. "Granger, stop. I'm gonna… fuck…"

She didn't stop, and in a burst of ecstasy, he came hard into her willing mouth. She swallowed every bit before swirling her tongue around him once more and releasing him with a small pop.

With a lick of her lips and a grin that was entirely too sexy, she crawled back up his body to drape herself across him.

Panting, Draco let his hands roam her naked back and waist. "Good morning, indeed," he smirked.

Granger laughed, her cheeks flushing beautifully before she kissed him gently.

"Do you make a habit of waking your lovers up in such ways?" Draco teased.

Rolling onto her back next to him, Granger chuckled. "I've actually never done that before."

Draco twisted away from her slightly to look at her properly. He could scarcely believe that that had been her first blowjob. "Really?"

"Oh, I mean… I've done… that before. Just never quite so early in the morning."

"Ah, I see. Well, I can easily say that it has been the most lovely wake up call of my life." He rolled onto his side, letting his eyes drift over her naked body. He drank in her breasts, the gentle curves of her waist and her full hips, down to her slender legs. As he gently ran his fingers along her skin, she shivered.

There was fire in her eyes, and just looking at them caused his cock to twitch, already beginning to grow hard again.

Slowly, he ran his hand up her stomach to trace circles on one of her breasts. In the light of day, he could see her more clearly. Every tiny response to his actions was more visible. Her nipple hardened as he swept his thumb over it and gave it a light pinch before switching to the other breast.

Granger's eyes darted over his face as he explored her slowly. Judging by the softness of the light in the room, it was still early. He hoped that it would be hours before they had to separate from each other and face the reality of the world outside his little room.

The previous night felt like a dream. He could scarcely believe that it had really happened. But she was here. She was here and she was naked and she was looking at him with such fire.

He couldn't wait to feel her again—to be buried within her and to feel her flutter around him because of the pleasure that he gave her. He dipped his hand lower, brushing over the curls at the apex of her thighs. Her legs fell open, and he found her already wet for him. Moaning his approval, Draco leaned over her to kiss her deeply.

He could taste himself on her tongue as it slipped between his lips. Her hand lifted to the nape of his neck, drawing him closer, her fingers delving into his hair. With a groan, he slid two fingers into her, pumping them languidly before withdrawing to circle her sensitive bud. Keening, Granger arched her back and swirled her hips against his touch.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck. She seemed to have liked having her neck kissed last night, and he hoped he could replicate what he'd done. His tongue darted out at a spot just below her ear and he was rewarded with a high moan from her lips. Grinning, he kissed the spot again, and Granger's finger's tightened in his hair, her hips canting desperately against his hand.

"Draco…"

Merlin, he was hard. With a groan, he moved back to her mouth, kissing her hard and pumping his fingers into her dripping cunt quickly as she writhed against him.

With a wicked grin, Granger sat up and pushed Draco flat onto his back before swinging one leg over his pelvis. He settled his hands on her hips as her hand found his cock, gripping him hard and stroking him before slowly sinking down on top of it with a moan.

Draco hissed as he was enveloped in her wet heat, and had to close his eyes in ecstasy as she swiveled her hips against him. She sat upright as her hips moved in tantalizing circles, burying her hands in her own wild hair.

He thrust up into her, his fingers digging into her hip bones hard. Who would have guessed that Granger would be one to take control in the bedroom? Certainly not Draco. And yet, there she was, riding him with abandon, fingers in her hair, arching her back, tits bouncing with each thrust, her mouth open in unrestrained pleasure.

Fuck, she was exquisite. Magnificent. Perfection. Just when he opened his mouth so say a million highly sentimental and extremely stupid things, she bent down, sweeping her thick hair to one side, and kissed him deeply. She moaned into his mouth as their hips snapped together with fervor.

She braced herself against the headboard to push against him with better resistance and depth. Draco cursed as she fucked him with abandon. Her mouth was hot and urgent against his, her tongue swirling in a way that made his mind stutter.

His brain could scarcely keep up with this new version of Granger. His senses were overpowered by her. The feel of her everywhere, the scent of her arousal and her shampoo, the sound of her breathy moans and gasps.

Knowing he wouldn't last long, even after his earlier orgasm, Draco needed to take charge. He flipped them over, Granger falling onto her back in the pillows with a surprised gasp.

Draco didn't waste any time. He pulled one of her legs up over his shoulder and drove into her hard, fucking her at a punishing pace. With a cry, Granger threw her head back, but one of her hands dipped between them. Draco looked down, shocked to discover that she was making fast circles on herself where they joined.

"Fuck," he choked, feeling the telltale signs of his impending release. Just when he thought he might finish before her, her body jolted and her mouth opened wide as her eyes squeezed shut.

The walls of her cunt clamped down around him and she quivered with her release. After only a few more thrusts, Draco came with a curse.

As their breath slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, Draco released her leg from his shoulder but stayed above her, kissing her slowly as his cock slipped from inside her.

She sighed as his lips trailed down her neck. "Can we stay in here all day?"

"As long as no one comes looking for you, I'll stay locked away with you all week." He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

"Fuck," she groaned after a moment. "I still need to give Harry my report."

"Do it later," Draco insisted, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth playfully.

She laughed and wiggled under his teasing touch. "And if Harry comes looking for me? I doubt any of us would like for him to find us in such a compromising position."

Sighing, Draco rolled away from her. "Fine. But come back quickly, won't you? And bring something to eat. I'm famished."

"There will probably be a meeting later," Granger pointed out. "We'll need to face the world at some point."

"I'm happy to postpone that for as long as possible."

Granger sat up, running her hands through her mass of tangled curls. Glancing around the room at their scattered clothes, she sighed. "I need a shower."

"There's no point, Granger. I plan on having you at least twice more before the meeting this afternoon." Draco reached out and trailed a finger along the curve of her spine.

She looked over her shoulder at him, one of her eyebrows twitching upwards. "You want me to go talk to Harry like this?"

The idea of her delivering her report to Potter after their activities was actually incredibly sexy. He wondered if Potter would notice the change in her and guess what she'd been up to that morning. Draco could just imagine her with hair sinfully tousled and her cunt still wet with his come as she tried to maintain an air of professionalism.

Draco couldn't help the wolfish grin that came over his face.

With a laugh, Granger rolled her eyes. "Gross."

She stood from the bed, gathering up her clothes and putting them on. Draco watched her closely, noticing how her body moved a bit differently after sex. She was more relaxed, all of her motions smoother, almost catlike. "You will come back, won't you?" It was a pathetically desperate thing to ask, but Granger just smiled at him.

"Yes. As soon as I can." She straightened her shirt and then leaned over him, her lips brushing against his so sweetly. Pulling back, her hand came to rest on the side of his face, her thumb running along his lower lip. "Don't move." With a final smirk, she left.

Draco stared up at the ceiling, hardly believing the events of the past several hours.

He'd fucked Granger.

No… that wasn't the right word. Far too crass for the way he was feeling.

Even shagged wasn't right. That just left…

He'd made love to Granger.

A knot of anxiety settled in his stomach at the thought.

Love.

Draco had never been in love with anyone before. He'd been fond of people. He had cared for people, of course. But love?

His heart quickened and he found his palms a bit sweaty. He wiped them on the bedspread and sat up.

He had no idea how long Granger would be talking to Potter. Perhaps he should do something to keep busy rather than just sit around and contemplate the horrors of possibly being in love.

Standing up, Draco set to work gathering up his own scattered clothes from the night before. He placed them in the laundry bin and then performed a spell to freshen the sheets. Before padding to the window, he pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt. He was confident in his body, but he still didn't like the idea of someone looking up from the garden and seeing him stark naked.

It was still early, but George and Angelina were sitting together at a patio table sipping coffee and nibbling on toast. The ginger man looked up at Draco and winked. Draco waved back half-heartedly. Had the wink been just that? Or did George know why he and Granger had disappeared last night?

And would it be so terrible if the Order found out what had happened?

It occurred to Draco that starting things up with Granger while living in such close quarters had unwittingly set their relationship into hyperdrive. They'd been lovers for less than twelve hours and they were already living together, for Merlin's sake.

He took a deep breath, aware of the fact that his heart was beginning to race. Turning away from the window, he ventured back to the bed and laid down. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his worries about the future by recalling the feelings he'd had hours ago while holding Granger in his arms.

"Draco…"

He jolted awake, not even recalling falling asleep. Granger was tiptoeing across his room with a tray of food. Draco sat up, rubbing his eyes. She'd changed her clothes and probably showered by the look of her hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be asleep."

"It's fine." He cleared his throat. "How did your meeting with Potter go?"

"It was no big deal. He already had most of the details from the other people at Westenberg." She set the tray on the bed and then climbed on to sit next to him. "He's meeting with Kingsley and Dawlish now to try to figure out how it happened and why."

Draco glanced at the food she'd brought. Everything was piled onto one plate. There was toast and bacon and a bowl on the side full of fresh fruit. She'd brought enough for both of them without making it obvious that she was preparing a meal for two. "Do you have any theories?" he asked, reaching for a strip of bacon.

Granger shrugged as she bit into a piece of toast. "I haven't the foggiest idea how. Maybe they're getting their intel in a similar way that we get ours. I mean, we've also found two of their safe houses over the past few months. We don't have a spy in their midst. As for why… well, it could be they still want me dead. The first attack could have been targeting Pansy for deserting. This one could have been about trying to kill me. Your guess is as good as mine."

Draco stared at her as she tried to work it all out in her mind. Her brow was furrowed, but she didn't seem to be frightened by the prospect of being targeted with such near success. Instead, she seemed far more interested in just figuring out the puzzle of it all.

She bit into a strawberry, and a bit of juice escaped her lips and rolled down her chin. Though she reached up to wipe it away, Draco grabbed hold of her hand. Leaning in, he let his tongue dart out to catch the sweet droplet before kissing her tenderly. When he pulled away, her cheeks were pink, but she was smiling.

As much as he wanted to continue kissing her, he was still starving, so he forced himself to sit back once again so that they could both finish their meal.

"Does it scare you?" Draco asked, reaching for one of the plump strawberries from the bowl. "That you might still be a target, I mean."

Granger's eyes met his briefly before flickering away. "A bit, yes. I suppose no one likes to know they're being hunted. But it's no scarier than the year I spent on the run with Harry and Ron. There were a lot of things that happened that year that felt like much closer calls than what happened to me yesterday. Even when I ran back into the burning house and I felt the flames closing in on me, I had a plan. I was frightened, of course, but I knew how I could survive it. The same couldn't be said at… well, at the Manor."

Draco's eyes flickered to her arm, falling upon the shiny white scar. She normally kept it covered. It was rare that she wore short sleeves, and Draco didn't think he had ever seen it this close. Though it had surely faded slightly over the past two years, it was still jagged and raised against her creamy skin.

Granger cleared her throat. "I never thanked you for lying to Bellatrix about Harry."

"Don't," Draco hissed. "You don't owe me anything. I did nothing to earn your thanks."

"You might think so, but you're wrong. If you had identified him, Voldemort would have been called immediately. We never would have made it out. You bought us time, and that was everything."

Draco shook his head, refusing to let her paint him as some kind of hero. As if his actions had been gallant, and not just the hesitations of a frightened child.

Moving the tray to the bedside table, Granger turned to him. Her hands went to either side of his face, a smile gracing her lips as her eyes darted between his. "Enough sulking about the past, yeah?" And then she leaned in and kissed him gently, coaxing him out of his brooding mind.

He kissed her back, but his body was just going through the motions. His mind still stuck on his past.

"Come on," she purred, trailing her kisses down his neck. "You said you wanted me twice before the meeting."

Her words sent a jolt straight to Draco's cock.

"You do still want me, don't you?" Her voice was breathy as her hands dragged down his neck to rest on his chest.

Banishing his insecurities about his past, Draco pulled her face up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She responded immediately, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him as they snogged. Her hands were on his chest, leaving warmth that he could feel through his thin shirt.

She was insatiable, this witch, already rolling her hips against him as she opened her mouth to him. One of his hands curved around her neck to delve into her thick curls, the other settled on her hip, gripping her hard as she swiveled against him.

Her hands gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled, causing them to break away briefly so that she could rid him of it. He pulled her top off as well, eyeing her simple pink bra underneath. Dipping his head, he dragged his lips across her collar bone and dropped lower to nuzzle each breast lovingly. She sighed, her fingers gripping his hair.

There was a freckle just above her left breast, near her sternum, not quite centered. He kissed it, wishing to memorize every bit of her. He wondered where else she had beauty marks, and if he would one day have them all mapped out in his mind like a beautiful constellation of stars.

She pulled away from him and he looked up in confusion as she stood from the bed. He felt the loss of her instantly, like she'd taken a piece of him with her. But she wasn't gone long. It seemed she'd just stood to rid herself of her trousers. She shimmied out of them and stood before him in her knickers, before slowly shedding those as well.

Fully nude and brazen, she stepped back toward him, her eyes burning with desire as they danced over him, pausing on his chest and the sizable bulge in his pants.

It seemed like madness to Draco, to still want her this badly when he'd already had her twice in such a short time. And yet, he could feel his heart beating quickly with anticipation as she climbed back onto the bed, her fingers reaching for his pants.

He helped her remove them before her hand was around him, gentle but sure. She stroked him as they kissed urgently.

Perhaps she liked being on top, for she straddled him again, this time leaning low over his face to kiss him as she guided his cock to her entrance.

Sinking into her felt so mind numbingly blissful, that Draco could think of nothing but her for several seconds. She began to ride him, and Draco let his hands travel down to palm the firm globes of her arse. He'd been somewhat obsessed with her arse since he'd seen her bend over in her jeans the day he'd come home from the hospital. To have his hands on her now was like his most depraved dreams brought to life.

He thrust up into her steadily, desperate to keep pace with her as she swiveled her hips in little circles. She rocked forward and back, she moved in a figure eight pattern, she kept him gasping and breathless for her next move, all while keeping perfect time with the snap of his pelvis. He wondered fleetingly if she had read books on the subject, but had to quickly banish the thought, because the idea of Granger studying up on sexual activities was enough to almost send him over the edge much too early.

"Fuck," he hissed, forcing himself to think of anything but her bent over a book of advanced sexual pleasure techniques in a dusty corner of the library.

Quidditch. Potions. Spell technique. Anything but a sexually curious Hermione Granger.

She pulled back, her eyes locking with his as their hips snapped together more frantically than before. Her hair was falling down around their faces, almost blocking out the light from the bedroom window.

Draco could have watched her face for hours. It was fascinating, seeing her here with her walls down. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth was open to allow little moans and gasps to escape, and her eyes, normally the color of bright honey, were so blown wide by her desire that they were nearly black.

"Beautiful," he heard himself murmur, sweeping her hair to one side of her head so that he could see her more clearly.

Her eyes drifted shut at his voice and the little crease on her brow deepened as she let out a little cry. Draco could tell she was quite close as her hips began to snap against his more erratically, losing their steady rhythm.

"That's it, Granger." He squeezed her arse harder and she gasped, fucking him faster as she sought her release. "Yes," he coaxed. He wanted to help get her off, but their bodies were too tightly connected and he knew he wouldn't be able to reach her. But he could feel her grinding against the base of him, and it seemed she wouldn't need his fingers on her.

"Look at me," he encouraged, wanting to watch her come apart.

Her eyes flew open and in that moment, she came undone. With a cry, she shook around him, the walls of her cunt squeezing him harder than ever. It was all he could do to hold back, but he didn't want to miss a moment of her beautiful orgasm.

Their eyes stayed connected the whole time, until she was spent and lay against him, still except for the small aftershakes that quivered her muscles. She smiled, her eyelids drooping closed in her contentment. She dropped her head, peppering light kisses languidly over his cheeks and down his neck.

He thrust into her slowly, letting his hands travel over her backside and up the gentle curve of her spine. He was close, the tightening in his bollocks a dead giveaway. Granger rolled her hips against him again, and Draco finally let himself think of her in her Hogwarts uniform. Perhaps she'd gotten off while looking up sexual techniques. Pulling up her skirt in the library when she'd thought no one was looking. Fingering herself while reading about how to please a man until she was coming, trying desperately to stifle her moans which would surely echo around the library.

He quickened his pace again, not needing to fantacize about her in the library when she was here fucking him, but finding himself unable to stop the thoughts. Had she always been this wanton? This sexy? Had he simply been too blind and too bigoted to notice?

Her lips met his, her tongue swirling into his mouth as she squeezed her inner muscles hard. With a groan, he came hard within her. She kissed him until his cock was done twitching, and then she pulled away with a grin.

"You're really something, do you know that?" he panted as she lifted herself off of him and nestled into his side under his arm.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," she chirped as her fingers danced across his chest to draw mindless patterns.

"You should. I meant it as one."

His emotions were swirling within him unchecked. It had been days since he'd occluded to try to tamp down his feelings for her. Perhaps that was why all of this had happened. Maybe he should have let his emotions loose ages ago.

Granger lifted her head to look at the clock on his bedside table. "We only have a couple of hours before the meeting."

Draco groaned, dreading the moment when they would have to leave this room. What if they were stationed to different safe houses again? He didn't know if he could bear to be away from her so soon after finally having her. Perhaps he could talk to Shacklebolt about being reassigned to her protective duty again. But even then, he would only be guaranteed three days with her before having nine days away.

He rolled toward her to wrap his arms around her a bit tighter. Their faces were close, noses nearly touching. She looked up at him with wide eyes before smiling broadly and snuggling in closer so that her body was flush against him.

"Did you mean what you said last night?" she asked, slightly muffled against his chest. "That you care about me?"

"Of course I did," he said at once. It was a massive understatement, to say that he simply cared for her. "In fact, I—" he trailed off, not knowing how to put into words the depth of his feelings for her. Surely he couldn't say… that word. He couldn't even think about it. It was much too soon. "I… I care for you very deeply," he concluded, knowing that it sounded very lame, but it was the best he could do.

Granger lifted her head again to beam at him. "Me too," she said. "I mean… I care for you very deeply too. I have for some time now."

He kissed her, getting the distinct impression that she was holding her words back as well. But he didn't really care if she was withholding something from him. All he could do was bask in the warm glow of her care for him. For it felt very nice to care for someone and to be cared for in return.

They laid together for at least an hour, saying very little, but enjoying the feel of being wrapped around each other. At last, when the meeting was looming closer, Granger extracted herself from his grasp and sat up. "We need to shower. The meeting is soon."

"How would you like to shower with me?" he asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She glanced at him incredulously. "What if someone notices?"

Draco shrugged. "We can silence the room. That way you can scream as loud as you'd like."

She laughed and bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. "Alright." She rose from the bed and began to pick up her clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not going to walk to the shower starkers, am I?" she scoffed.

Draco pouted but then pushed himself to standing. He walked to the wardrobe and pulled out his favorite green jumper and tossed it to her. "Wear this. It'll cover you."

She caught the jumper and looked at him in shock. "Seriously?"

"The loo is right next door, Granger. I doubt anyone is going to see you in the four seconds it'll take us to get there." Besides, he couldn't get the mental image of her wearing Weasley's jumper out of his mind. He'd been obsessed with the idea of seeing her like that again since that night, only this time she'd be wearing his jumper instead of Weasley's.

She pulled the garment over her head. It fell to the middle of her thighs and swallowed her arms. Draco grinned before pulling on some loose fitting pajama trousers. "Let's go," he said.

Granger shifted her weight nervously between her feet. "Draco—I—I'm not ashamed of you, I hope you know that. But I'm just—I just don't think I'm ready for people to know just yet. I'd rather tell them than let them find out on their own."

Draco snatched up his wand and murmured, "Homenum Revelio Charta." A small map of headquarters burst from his wand and he studied it carefully. There were two little blue dots in his room, one for himself and one for Granger. Most of the other dots were downstairs in the kitchen, dining room, or sitting room. There were two other blue dots upstairs with them, but they were in separate bedrooms far down the corridor. "Looks like the coast is clear," he announced before letting the map disappear.

"That's a clever spell," Granger praised, her eyes bright on him.

"I invented it."

"You did?" Her tone was surprised, even impressed as she followed him to the door.

"Yes. Didn't know I was so brilliant and sexy did you?" he teased, sending her a cheeky smirk over his shoulder.

Granger lifted an eyebrow suggestively. "No, I knew."

His cock twitched and he opened the door, peeking out into the corridor to be sure it was still clear. He then pulled the door open and let Granger sneak out ahead of him to the loo.

Once inside, Draco closed the door, sealing it with a locking and silencing charm. When he turned around, Granger had already shed his jumper and let it fall to the floor. He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her face to his by the nape of her neck. As they kissed, her fingers delved into the waistband of his trousers and pushed them over his arse so that they pooled at his ankles. He stepped out of them, pushing her back toward the shower.

He broke the kiss to turn the water on. Checking the temperature with his hand, he glanced back at Granger, wondering if he would ever tire of seeing her naked body.

When the water was quite warm, he stepped inside, offering her a hand as she joined him. She stepped under the water and Draco watched as it cascaded down her head and shoulders, making her breasts glisten. She arched her back to run her hands over her head, tilting back slightly to wet her hair. As her hair took in the water, it straightened out somewhat, falling nearly to her arse in dark brown waves.

Draco stepped forward, needing to touch her. He kissed her and let his hands roam her slick body. He palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, loving how her moans echoed off the tiles. Her warm hand closed around his cock, stroking him and squeezing him just right.

"Turn around," he urged against her lips.

She pulled back, her eyes wide with pleasure and uncertainty. He kissed her once more to dispel any concerns she may have before she turned her back on him.

Gently, Draco pushed her upper back forward and she caught herself against the shower wall on her palms. He ran his hands down her back and squeezed the globes of her arse before brushing his fingers across her slick folds. "Is this okay?" he asked breathily, pushing a finger into her warm sheath.

"Yes," she keened, arching her back and pushing her hips back until they collided with his erection.

He took his cock in hand, teasing her entrance with the tip of it for a moment. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. Lining himself up, he slowly pushed into her, letting his fingertips dig into her hips as they both moaned together.

Granger arched her back more, leaning forward further so that her forearms were resting on the cold tile wall.

Gripping her hips as leverage, Draco pulled back until he was nearly withdrawn before slamming back into her.

A crackled cry escaped her, and just for a moment Draco worried that he'd gone too hard and hurt her. But then she rolled her hips against him and he felt a sudden rush of her slickness slide against his cock. He pulled back again and slammed into her even harder and faster. She keened, her fingers curling on the wall in ecstacy.

Emboldened, he maintained a rough and quick pace. Each time, he was rewarded by a cry of pleasure from her parted lips. He reached his arms around her, one hand palming her breasts and pinching her nipples roughly, the other one reaching down to make tight circles against her swollen clit.

His hips snapped against her, and he watched as her arse jiggled with each thrust. Her breasts were bouncing in his hand, and her back was arched so much that he could practically see the tips of her lashes.

It was too much, and he knew he was done for when she turned her head again, her eyes catching his. Her cunt clenched around him and a moment later she screamed, her head dropping down against her arms as her legs shook.

"Fuck," he hissed, coming a moment later, more forcefully than he should be able considering the amount of times he'd already come today.

His legs felt like they'd been hit by a jelly-legs jinx, but he knew he couldn't let her fall. She'd slumped forward, and his arms around her seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright.

With a shiver, he withdrew from her and helped her stand up and turn to face him. He kissed her languidly, unable to tell her with words just how fucking amazing that had been… how fucking amazing she was.

She was nearly limp in his arms, her wet skin hot against his as they snogged under the shower spray.

"We should probably actually clean up and get downstairs," she breathed.

Draco laughed and kissed her again. "Probably. Hand me your shampoo," he said. "I want to wash your hair." Blushing beautifully, Granger did as she was told.

As Draco lathered the shampoo into her hair, his fingers kept getting caught in her curls. As he pulled them out, she grimaced. "I'm sorry," Draco chuckled. "This is much harder than I thought it would be."

She just laughed and pushed sudsy curls away from her eyes. "It's okay. I know how difficult my hair can be."

He tried again, but probably only managed to tangle her hair horribly. "Damn. I was trying to be all romantic and sexy."

Granger just grinned and pulled his hands away from her head. "Don't worry about it. There's nothing romantic or sexy about my hair. But the gesture was both." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him reassuringly before finishing her hair on her own.

Draco stepped under the shower spray to wash his own hair while she lathered. He had finished rinsing his head before she had worked the shampoo over every bit of her scalp and he was glad that he didn't have nearly as much hair as she did. The only person he could think of who might have more hair than she did was Hagrid. Shivering at the thought, he stepped aside so that she could rinse her hair and grabbed hold of a washcloth and body soap, lathering it up. Reaching out, he began to wash her body, taking extra time to circle her sensitive areas.

She closed her eyes and let out a little moan as he kneaded her soapy breasts. "We don't have time to fuck again," she breathed.

"I know." He stepped into her, wrapping his arms around her to squeeze her arse. "But when we're in the meeting I want you to be thinking about me. I want you to think about what I'm going to do to you later. I want you to imagine me touching you—kissing you here." He dropped a kiss to her neck just below her ear. "And here." He pinched one of her nipples, just hard enough to make her squeak. "And here." He squeezed her arse. "And here." His fingers travelled down, teasing her clit and stroking her still-slick folds.

She whimpered as he pulled away. Fighting his own erection, Draco forced himself not to touch her again as he finished washing.

"I've just realized," he said as they turned off the water and grabbed fresh towels. "You lost most of your things in the fire. Where have you been getting these clothes?"

"I still had a few things in my bag that should tide me over for a few days. Ginny also offered to let me borrow a few things. I'll have to alter them slightly, but that should be easy enough. Hopefully that will last me until I can get some new clothes."

"I'm sorry." Draco thought about how he would feel if he'd lost everything he had. With a jolt, he realized that he had come very close. Dolohov had set fire to the Manor in a fit of rage. All Draco had left now was what had been brought with him.

Granger shrugged. "It's only stuff. Nothing that can't be replaced." She wrapped her towel around her body tightly. "I'm most upset about the books. Luckily most of my favorites were already in my bag, which I managed to get out with the antidotes."

"If there's anything I can do…" he trailed off, not sure what he could possibly do.

Granger grinned at him, teasing. "I'll let you know if I need to borrow any of your clothes. I'm sure they'll look very inconspicuous on me."

She turned to the door but paused. "Could you do your clever little spell to see if the coast is clear?"

He did, and then the two of them tiptoed back to his room to get dressed.

"I'll go down first," Granger said as she straightened out her shirt. "Don't wait too long. The meeting starts in ten minutes." She turned for the door, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.

He kissed her hard and felt her melt against him before he released her. She stumbled back, her cheeks flushing as she turned and left the room.

A few moments later, when Draco had successfully Occluded his erection away, he made his way downstairs.

"Where have you been all day?" Ginny asked as he walked through the living room.

Draco ran a hand through his damp hair. "I've just been taking care of a few things… you know, in my room."

They both made their way into the dining room together and settled in their usual seats. "Oh really?" Ginny smirked, her eyes falling upon Granger's damp curls before flickering back to Draco.

He felt himself flush and promptly cleared his throat and pretended to be distracted by a small rip in the upholstery of his arm chair. He could feel Ginny grinning at him, but refused to give himself and Granger away by looking back at her.

Shacklebolt entered the dining room and swept up the aisle, his emerald robes billowing around him as he ordered everyone to quiet down.

Draco did his best to focus as the Minister filled everyone in on the events at the Westenberg house the previous day. He stared at Shacklebolt, focusing on the words coming out of his mouth, but found that he wasn't retaining anything.

His eyes flickered to Granger. She was leaning forward on the dining table resting her cheek on her palm. Though her eyes were on the Minister, they were a bit glassy and the smile on her lips didn't match the tone of the speech Kingsley was giving. Brown eyes drifted to him and she grinned before looking away, her cheeks flushing beautifully.

Stifling a smile, Draco shifted in his chair and tried to refocus on Shacklebolt. Everything seemed a bit unimportant though. Why should he care about security and war when Granger had been so blissfully wrapped around him so recently?

Ginny was staring at him. Shit. Had he missed something? He blinked. No one else was looking at him and Shacklebolt was still speaking. He looked at Ginny questioningly and she just smirked and looked away.

Draco made more of an effort to focus after that, especially since Shacklebolt had moved on to safe house assignments for the week.

To his extreme relief, both he and Granger would be staying at headquarters until at least the next meeting. Her eyes met his at this realization and she smiled. Draco would have preferred a safe house with a bit more privacy—further away from Shacklebolt's chaperoning, but this was far better than being separated from her.

After the meeting, the dining room emptied and Draco was eager to head back upstairs to his bedroom to snog Granger some more.

"Wow," Ginny teased as they stood in the living room before Draco could escape. "That was some serious eye contact."

"What are you talking about?" Draco sniffed, his eyes tracking Granger as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Oh please. You're crazy if you think you two were being subtle back there. I could practically feel the sexual tension between you two."

Draco felt his face flush and he cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Ginny grinned and punched him on the arm playfully. "Come on. Let's get some food."

"Not hungry." At that moment, his stomach growled loudly.

With a laugh, Ginny grabbed his wrist. "Yeah, right. Come on."

Draco reluctantly followed Ginny into the kitchen where a small group was gathering to eat some roast chicken and vegetables.

Granger sat down at the table. Potter moved to sit next to her, but Ginny cleared her throat loudly and gave him a pointed look. Potter's stare back at his girlfriend was questioning and Draco watched in horror at the nonverbal moment they shared. At last, Potter moved around the table to sit across from Granger.

Ginny shot Draco a pointed look and, feeling mortified, Draco sank into the chair next to Granger.

"So," Ginny began loudly as she skewered a roast potato with her fork. "How was everyone's day?"

"Fine," Granger chirped.

Ginny frowned. "Just fine?"

"Ginny..." Potter raised his eyebrows in her direction.

Granger flushed and bent over her chicken.

"Did I miss something?" Dean said from next to Potter.

"Oh, nothing." Ginny's grin was so big that Draco could practically see her molars.

He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

Draco was quiet through dinner, happy to listen to the others talk jovially. It felt so… absurdly natural to sit there with these Gryffindors, Granger by his side smiling at some story Potter told.

Though he hardly listened to the conversation, he felt an odd feeling of belonging, perhaps because everyone seemed so comfortable with him, or perhaps because Granger's hand found its way to his knee under the table after she finished eating.

He took a sip of his wine, forcing himself not to react as her fingers traced circles on his inner thigh.

Granger was speaking to Dean, explaining the healing effects of Bubotuber Pus… or something of the sort. Draco was hardly listening. How could he when Granger's hand was sneaking higher and higher up his leg?

"Alright, mate?" Harry looked at him in concern from across the table, and Draco realized that he'd been staring at a singular spot on the table for several seconds.

Shaking himself from his stupor, he nodded stiffly and cleared his throat. "Fine."

He picked up his glass again, taking a large gulp to hide his discomfort. His cock was straining against his trousers, and he began to worry about how he was going to discreetly leave the table with the sizable tent in the front of them. Wracking his brain, he tried to think of any spells that might help him conceal it.

Granger's hand reached higher, brushing over his bulge before giving it a firm squeeze.

He choked, spluttering and gasping on his wine as everyone at the table turned to him in concern.

"Merlin's beard," Ginny exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

"Wrong pipe," Draco wheezed. Luckily, the sudden lack of oxygen had successfully taken care of his erection, and Granger had withdrawn her hand.

Chancing a glance at her, Draco saw her barely concealing a grin behind her hand. Her shoulders were shaking slightly.

When everyone had finished eating and began to disperse, Draco made his way back to his bedroom, feeling Ginny's gleeful eyes on his back as he closed the door.

Perhaps this secrecy thing was a bit stupid, but Granger had specifically requested to be the one to tell everyone about their… whatever this was. It would be a betrayal of her trust to be anything but discrete, and Draco knew better than to stride straight into her bedroom when people might see.

He waited for the house to quiet down and then tiptoed from his room and slipped into hers.

It seemed that Granger had been waiting for him. As soon as he closed the door she sealed and silenced it with a charm and then pulled her shirt over her head, approaching him in her jeans and bra to kiss him hard.

"What took you so long?" she mumbled against his lips.

"A thousand apologies." He wrapped his arms around her, guiding them backwards until they tumbled onto the bed together.

The following morning, Draco woke up with Granger pressed tightly in front of him. The gentle curve of her arse was pressed against his groin and his hand had found one of her breasts in the night. It would have been a perfectly comfortable position, if he hadn't been choking on her hair.

Trying his best not to disturb her, he pulled away slightly, using his free hand to lift her hair away from his face so that it was splayed up across the pillow instead. He pressed a kiss into her neck as soon as her hair was out of the way and closed his eyes again.

He'd been planning on going back to sleep, but instead her arse moved, pressing back into his groin and moving in a little circle. The effect was immediate, and he felt his erection begin to grow. But had it been an involuntary movement? Perhaps she was still asleep and had just reacted to his kiss automatically.

She moved her hips again, more deliberately this time, pressing against him more firmly.

He squeezed her breast and bucked his hips forward against her.

Turning her face, Granger's eyes met his over her shoulder and she smiled at him.

The woman was insatiable.

Draco pinched her nipple as she rolled her arse against his erection. He kissed her neck as he let his hand drift down her body to tease over the curve of her backside before brushing up against her folds. She was already soaked for him, and he couldn't help but delve two fingers into her wet heat.

She moaned, arching her back to grant him easier access.

He was hard, and she was wet. Draco was ready to sink into her when a pounding from the door made him pause.

"Malfoy," Potter's voice made him grimace. "Are you in there?"

Draco stilled, his face buried in the curve of Hermione's neck and his cock waiting at the entrance of her cunt. Perhaps if they were very quiet, Potter would go away.

"Malfoy, if you're in there, come out. I need to talk to you."

Draco groaned. "Piss off, Potter!"

"It's an emergency."

Granger sighed and Draco grumbled as he rolled away from her and stood up, seeking his boxers in their piles of discarded clothing.

As he pulled them on, Granger dragged the sheets up the bed to cover herself.

Draco wrenched open the door. "Somebody better be dead, Potter."

Potter's eyes widened as they darted between Draco's semi-naked form and Granger sitting up in her bed, her hair wild, the sheets pulled up over her chest as her cheeks flushed. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, an odd strangled sound escaping his throat.

"Well?" Draco snapped.

Potter blinked and his head jerked as if snapping himself out of his stupor. His worried eyes connected with Draco's.

"It's your father." Draco felt the floor fall out from beneath him as Potter pressed on. "He's been murdered."

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