Five- With Pleasure.

A/N- Ha! Did you really think I'd leave you with a pitiful author's note after telling you all smut was coming? I think not. Yeah, thanks sooo much for the reviews, Shrek was awesome- you should all see it- the Banderas was good, very good, I want more. This story really has no plot, but oh well, the author's note told the plot for those that said there wasn't one (which there still isn't) I really am going to add that in- how?- I don't know yet, if you gave me some ideas maybe it would all come up faster…. Maybe. Give me more of your thoughts and Goddess bless.

Derisive.

That was the attitude Draco received the next morning- derisive, distant, and cold. Not much different than her usual contempt- not much but the mental distance Hermoine had built up during the night, adding to the already lengthy barriers.

He sat down next to her, she didn't so much as flinch. Her eyes didn't even flicker his direction. Trying to get her attention, Draco purposely knocked over a container of sugar…her only discern of interest was a disgusted snort in Draco's direction.

"Hermoine, about last nigh-"

"Don't start, Malfoy, don't you even dare. You were a disgusting pig back at school, you're still the same now. I just want to get this job done with and get rid of you. Do you have any idea of where we might find a Death Eater main way?"

Draco muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

"What?"

"No. I don't, happy Granger?" his body grew tight as she gave him a very hot, very dangerously determined look.

"I know you're lying."

The simple sentence sent Draco's heart racing. "Why would I lie?" he tried to seem as beguiling as possible, which was hard under her discerning glare. "Granger, I'm being honest, I don't know where any would be-"

"Than what good are you?" she asked vehemently, "I was picked for this mission, as Moody put it, because I'm far better and far more skilled than any other Auror he has- you have never shown an ounce of talent, and despite what you think, you aren't the best, Harry was the best." Draco's eyes narrowed into wicked slits, his lips pursed, and his nostrils flared. "Granger, why do think I'd know?"

"Malfoy, your father was a Death Eater, your whole family is probably full of Death Eaters, and as far as I know, you're a Death Eater."

They sat glaring at each other in complete silence, the commotion of the hotel restaurant had dimmed, and they were now the only people left.

Draco drummed his fingers on the table, his gray eyes locked in a rock hard glare with Hermoine's- she wasn't going to falter, neither was he.

Brushing a lock of golden brown hair from her mahogany eyes, Hermoine shifted in her seat, a wily smile pasted on her lips. With great care, Hermoine leaned forward, leaving her breasts exposed to Draco's eyes. Last night he had made it quite clear that he wanted her, she could use that knowledge to her advantage. If he wanted her body, she could seduce him into finally giving information that the ministry could use to capture the final brood of Voldemort supporters.

Draco felt like he would burst with need.

She was playing with him. He smiled furtively, "Granger, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Do what?" her voice was a purr, slowly she ran her foot up Draco's leg, pressing lightly on his crotch. Draco chuckled sinisterly, "Do that. If you continue to play this game, you might find that there are consequences of which you are not ready to handle." she licked her lips, "I'll handle anything you throw at me," she reached across the distance of the table and ran her hand down Draco's arm, lifting it up again to run a finger over his lips. He grabbed her hand, whispering harshly: "Stop." Hermoine paused, she had to do this, if she wanted him to help with anything involving this case, she had to seduce him…the outcome might not be so bad, might was a very hard word to overlook.

"Do your worst, I'll get something out of you regardless."

Yes, but won't you be surprised when what comes out isn't what you expected- wanted? Who knows?

"Bastard," she whispered, "You aren't even half the man Harry was. Do you know how many people will die if Death Eaters start rising?" she shuddered as an involuntary shiver ran down her spine, "The number is to horrible to even imagine." her knuckles whitened as she clenched her fists together, "Can't you be a decent human being for once in your life and save someone?" Draco remained impassive, his eyes holding nothing to indicate where his thoughts might be. Hermoine slid from the booth, stood, and walked steadily from the room, trying desperately not to scream at Draco's pokerfaced response- or the lack thereof.

Four hours later-

Throwing several things into a duffle bag, Hermoine felt a wave of steam roll off her body. Why was he such an asshole? The world needed a hero, why couldn't he be one? Why couldn't he be what the world needed?

"Because, I'm not your precious Potter, Granger."

Hermoine spun around, Draco leered in the doorway, his eyes, like liquid metal, gleamed at her from his pallid face. His hair had been mussed over and tousled, making him look unnervingly like a blond Harry.

"I'm not Potter, Granger, I wanted this little escapade almost as little as you did. I told Fudge that he was crazy. The loon wouldn't listen to me," Malfoy's lips curled up into a snarl, "Do you want the truth Granger? Do you want to know all my dark little secrets?"

"No, I'm leaving-" he moved toward her, his pace lethally calculated out. He came to a stop in front of her, "Why?"

"I can't do this- we can't do this! It was madness that they would even try to partner us up…" she trailed off as Malfoy's lips came down, stopping a few inches from hers. Trembling, Hermoine took a step back, Malfoy followed. Hermoine backed away again, her hand grabbing for the bathroom door, panic in her eyes.

Draco's lips curved into a feral smirk, backing Hermoine against the wall, he placed his arms on either side of her, preventing escape.

"Let go, please."

"Why?" his perilous mouth crashed down onto her neck.

Letting out a small squeal, Hermoine pushed violently against him, "Granger, don't tell me Potter never did this." Draco drew hard on Hermoine's neck, creating a small wound he flicked over with his tongue. "He couldn't have been much of a hero if he never did anything like this." Draco ground into her, showing her what she had done to him downstairs and the result that he couldn't rid after she had gone.

"Wha-" Hermoine gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders even as her mind repulsed at his actions. "Suddenly naïve Granger," his lips grazed her ear, his breath hot on her temple, "it doesn't suit you." pushing against him, Hermoine tried to move from the wall, he had her locked in place-

She was fighting him. In her struggles, however, she had maneuvered her hips to allow perfect entry into her anatomy by one of Draco's extremities. Acknowledging this, Draco pushed into her again, harder this time. Hermoine let out a soft moan.

"Tell me not too." Draco whispered, his voice a harsh rasp.

"Do it."

Draco was taken back by her forwardness, but only for a second.

Tearing the clothing from her, Draco ran his hands down her exposed flesh, "Granger, you actually feel like a wom-" she stopped him with a forceful clash of her lips and a deep probing of her tongue. Draco didn't disappoint her, he took her forceful kiss as a comply and he kneed her legs apart. She was ready for him. Thank god, he wasn't going to wait- her show earlier in the restaurant had taken him to the brink and he was ready to show her how to play a game she had no idea existed. He plunged into her at record speed- it was only when he felt Hermoine grimace that he let up…only a little.

Finding a taut nipple, he nipped the pink nub and lathed his tongue over until it throbbed. Hermoine undulated beneath him, crying his name, she coiled her fingers into his hair, Draco bit her lower lip, sucking the blood that pooled out and grinding himself into her as a tremor took him.

He was almost at his pinnacle when a knock on the door interrupted the tryst taking place against the wall a few feet away…

A/N- I'm so mean. Yeah, I can't write smut at…oh wow! It's 2:30 in the morning- maybe I should sleep? Nah, I don't have anything to do tomorrow, please give me a review or two, and thanks to those of you that have, I appreciate them greatly. Goddess bless- Aza