"Well, we'd better be off- oh! I'll have Meg's mum drive me over and we can take the car, she can Apparate back, then we can cuddle in the back…" Hermione kissed his cheek, and led her friends out.

Draco smiled smugly to himself. It would be easier now, since he would have her in his house- his father could get Potter, and that BMW would be his.

His father had always hated the whole Potter family; even more so when little baby Harry led to the demise of Lord Voldemort. Ever since Draco was little, he could remember the plots Lucius came up with to eliminate Harry, and the many hateful words of the boy exchanged in their household. So, naturally when Draco went to Hogwarts he carried on the messages he received at home- building up a healthy loathing in the process. Before long, Draco hated his classmate more than his father did, and would often join in the long, thought-out discussions held with other death-eaters in their meeting hall. Now that he had a near-direct connection with Potter, it would be piece of cake to collect information about him and lead to his murder, and on the plus side, if he presented the information to his father with a price, that car would be his or… he might be tortured into telling. But, the planning of Harry's death was one of the few things that Draco bonded with his father during, and they usually agreed with each other.

"I've really been over thinking this- it's not about me and if I'll enjoy snogging that mudblood, it's about killing that son of a bitch Potter! I can't believe I actually was thinking of myself over him- father will be pleased though…" He thought vindictively.

Draco dressed up and waited for Hermione and her friend's mum to show up later that night. His mother noticed him peering out the heavy drapes.

"Why do you keep looking outside sweetie? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, I have a date tonight. Don't worry- I'll be home before morning…"

"You didn't tell me before you scheduled anything…"

"I'm not five, mum. I can decide things for myself." Draco sighed in relief as the same blue Toyota he'd seen that afternoon pulled up the driveway. "Well, bye." He started to open the door but Narcissa held him back.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to her?"

"Yes Draco, I'd like to meet her also." Lucius stood behind his wife, with an 'I'm not kidding look'.

"Fine, come outside with me." They followed behind him. "This is Hermione, Hermione these are my parents." She had on a short dress, with stiletto heels, which seemed to be getting stuck in their lawn.

"Nice to meet you, Hermione dear." Narcissa shook her hand.

"You seem to be a rather…nice…young lady…" Lucius said with difficulty, also with pain as Narcissa had stepped on his foot.

"Let's get going Hermi." He turned towards the car without saying goodbye to his parents. Hermione clutched his shoulder and pressed her hip to his as they walked- Lucius had apparently apparated back to the house since he was now nowhere to be found.

They both climbed into the cramped car, Hermione in the passenger seat, Draco driving. A minute later, he tore down the driveway and pulled onto the road doing about forty.

After a short while, due mostly to the fact that he was driving so fast, they arrived in London and he turned quickly into a parking spot cutting off another car who had been waiting. The car honked angrily so Draco turned around and flipped it off. Hermione watched, puzzled, before taking his arm and allowing him to lead her in.

Dinner went ok, and shortly after Draco drove them to a small club in a richer part of the city. Hermione was tipsy, again, from the champagne at dinner, and toddled in as Draco flashed an ID at the bouncer.

Once inside, Hermione almost literally dragged him to the dance floor, and began to dance like they did at Pansy's party. Draco was enjoying it, as was she, but he didn't think he'd be able to 'hold back' much longer- mudblood or not, she was enough to make any man… Especially with her slinky dress and sexy movements.

He felt his face flush and a wave of heat envelope his body, a pretty big warning sign. Also, since he was rather on the buzzed side as well, he knew he didn't have full control over himself. Taking an effort of stem some of his desire, he pressed his hot tongue into her neck, roaming around as she tilted her head backwards.

As they fooled around, the song changed and "Shake Ya Ass" by Mystikal blared out the speakers. Unfortunately for aching Draco, Hermione did just that- into a more sensitive area of his body, causing sweat to bead on his forehead. A quick glance at

his wristwatch showed that is wasn't too late yet, but he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Wetly, he whispered into her ear, "Hermi, let's go back to my place…" He hadn't planned on doing anything with her at the time but that was before they arrived back in the car and Hermione reached across the seat to stroke the hardened bulge now making an appearance on the front of Draco's pants. He shut his eyes, took a breath and began to drive home.

Thought he wasn't pleased with the fact of her being a mudblood, he did need to earn her trust if this was going to work. So, he figured he might kill two birds with one stone by taking her home and shagging her.

"Sex is so important to females- they seem to think it symbolises love, among other things. To males…" Draco thought, "it's just another notch in the old belt. Another story to brag about." Draco had a few stories to spread around about himself- including one about his father pushing an older woman prostitute to him for a secret present on his fifteenth birthday. He couldn't say it was a horrible experience- it did teach him how to pleasure his partner if he so chose and was quite pleasant to him, for the first time. His father had said if he thanked him for nothing else, this should be the one thing. Now, slightly more than a year later, he'd been with Ginny Weasley (as a dare), Pansy and Hermione. He had enjoyed his pool experience greatly and the most of them all, before he found out it had been her. His father knew of none of these, though Draco suspected he'd be more proud than angry.

The car spun into the driveway of the Malfoy Manor, and Draco was getting out- even before the engine died. Hermione clung to him like Velcro. He didn't mind, though he did she her look as if 'something' had touched her. But she wasn't stupid and neither was he. She knew what is was and what she wanted; so did he.

They made their way quickly to the front door, making sure to be quiet enough as to not draw the attention of his parents. The heat in his pants grew more unbearable each step they climbed of the now seemingly mountainous staircase.

Hermione was also rather hot in her clothes, the feeling of Draco's hard manliness had made her light-headed and ready to surrender to him without a fight. Oh, but she would fight and struggle the way she'd read about in a sex book her friend had bought her a year or so ago. Everyone thought she was such a bookworm- they were right but they had no idea what she was reading about… More than once she had fantasised about the perfect night with Draco, drinks in the moonlight in crisp autumn air- that wasn't of course what had happened tonight but it was close enough. The fantasies always ended up in the bedroom, and that was where they were going now. "Do his parents not care? Their son is about to fuck a girl, me," She thought, delighted, "right under their pale noses …" That night in the pool had been bliss, the water sloshing like a living metaphor- the waves of passion, welling into an unbearable depth, that first cold plunge into it. Her eyes rolled at the very thought of it.

Finally, they reached the top of the stairs, again creating another kind of metaphor. Her led her down the wide hallway, taking several turns before swinging open a heavy wooden door and revealing his room.

Her eyes glided over the various forms in the room, pausing on the king-sized bed with its green and black silk sheets. His bathroom was on her left, and one of the only times that night, she left his side to slip in. He watched her go before sinking into a black leather chair to pull off his shoes. By the time he had finished, so had Hermione, who appeared in the bathroom door, resting on the frame in the way that has grown to be so cliché. A hungry growl escaped from low in his throat sending shivers down her back. He blinked and raised his arms to meet her warm body. They touched about halfway to the bed, but quickly fell back into the cool sheets, nearly gagging each other with their ferocious tongue war.

They carried on like this for a bit, Draco stiffening further and throbbing painfully. Hermione sensed his agony and did everything in her power to increase it. He trembled at her light touch, which changed to her piercing his back with her fingernails when her decided to reach up her dress to stroke her hotness with several of his fingers. The pain on his back and the warm trickle of his own blood caused him to jab her hardly with his hand in pleasure.

He fumbled with the zipper of her dress, finally pulling it down and allowing her body to spill forward underneath him. Her black lingerie tantalised him, so in retaliation to him, she pulled his shirt open in a spray of buttons and opened his pants, freeing 'the beast within'. Only the silken layer of his boxers kept him from her, though she saw the fabric clung wetly due to a mixture of sweat and milky liquid coming from inside him.

Now they were two pale bodies, remaining in just their black underwear. Hermione pushed him over and mounted him, rather like a horse, though he was on his back. Slow and laboriously she rocked back and forth over him, from his chin to his mid-thighs. Huge tremors wracked his body; jolting her around even more- she couldn't hold back a yelp of ecstasy. Draco took advantage of her moment of weakness to flip her onto her back and lick her stomach, moving in a generally downward direction.

As they both viciously expressed their passion, Lucius Malfoy pressed his ear to the door, listening to the sound of their love. He smiled a half-proud smile and proceeded back to his own bedroom. Narcissa saw his change of expression and asked about it.

"What are you smiling about?" She tipped forwards to hear the answer.

"Our son is fucking that girl he went on the date with. Right now, in his bedroom."

"What!"

"You heard me. Though he'd better not get her pregnant- the Malfoy line isn't ready to be continued yet."

"My little boy is…doing… that? But he's not like that- is he? He's still a virgin!"

"Not since he was fifteen…" He said with a chuckle.

"What're you on about?"

"I got Draco a whore for his fifteenth birthday, you know- so he'd know the ropes and all that…my father did the same for me…of course, they don't know all today as they did back then…"

Narcissa stared his disbelief at her husband, as her head spun with his words. Her son wasn't the innocent virgin she believed him to be- he had already done at least one woman and was doing another right now. She had to stop him. Standing up, she headed towards the door.

"Where are you going, love?"

"To go discipline our out-of-control son!"

"No, you're not." He said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes…" She didn't finish her sentence, because Lucius had placed her under the Imperious Curse. He now summoned her back to bed.

Down the hall, Draco and Hermione's lovemaking continued. By now they were almost done and with one final penetration, he sent forth his seed, which was stopped by the thin rubber sheath encasing him. The capsule of warmth created between them dissipated as their activity slowed, and soon they were both shivering. Draco, who was completely naked, except for the aforementioned condom stood up and pulled it off as well. Hermione also got up, though she covered herself fully with the blankets of his bed- he joined her a few moments later, after cleaning himself up a bit. He remained naked, much to Hermi's delight as the sheets skimmed his ashen skin.

The next morning, sunlight streamed onto Draco's face. He tried to sit up, and remembered the busy night he had had as he looked over the sleeping form of Hermione. She woke up too, and they spent the better part of twenty minutes snogging heavily. When he finally managed to get out of bed and into the shower, she followed closely behind. Again, they engaged themselves with each other as the steamy water pounded wet tattoos into their bare flesh, though Draco stopped them due to the fact he didn't want to get her "in the family way". Fortunately for him, he was not drunk and had control of himself, so his desire to enter her wasn't physically obvious.

She put on the same dress from the night before to go down to breakfast in, while he slipped on clean clothes. He took a shaky breath, nervous of his father's reaction as he took her downstairs to breakfast. It was definitely not what he expected.

His mother appeared to have been crying and was drinking tea, sighing angrily. His father, who was not one to mess around with in the morning, was sitting very relaxed and whistling softy as he read the newspaper. Something was different, so he kept quiet as he served Hermione a scone and an espresso. From the corner of his eye, he saw his father glance at Hermione, and then turn back to his news, now tapping the beat with his foot to the song he was whistling. 'Oh god, he knows!' Was the first though he had, but when no anger clouded his father's face, he realised he must not care. It was a turning point in his life- he had tested the boundaries of his father's respect and gained more from him.

Several times a day, Hermione and Draco would slip away to play out their feelings and by the end of the first week, they had had sex in almost every imaginable location of the Malfoy property. She had sort-of unofficially moved in- sleeping in Draco's bed and had his owl pick up clothes for her to wear from her house. Meg's mug, who had to drive to work everyday, had reclaimed the borrowed car two days after the date. Hermione had now been living with him for the past few weeks, as much as Narcissa hated the idea of it. Lucius was extremely proud for once, and had actually clapped his son's shoulder in happiness a few days ago.

One day, Draco had blindly felt around in his top drawer for a condom and was pleasantly surprised to find none. He had no choice but to ask his father. In mock disappointment, he told Hermione, but in reality he was quite pleased. Now would be his chance to tell Lucius of his plan about Harry. He figured it would be a perfect plan, to pique his interest with talk of sex, which seemed to make him proud, then to tell him about the could-be murder of the Potter brat, finally mentioning the reward. That car would be his.

The door opened to the large, dimly lit office. Behind a huge wooden desk, sat the senior Malfoy male, rather Godfather-like. He turned at the rustle of movement.

"Father," Draco said, waiting to be addressed.

"Yes?"

"I know you know about what Hermione and I have been doing, since it's quite obvious…"

"Yes, and?"

"Would you happen to have any… uh, condoms? You know, for Hermione and me, I don't want her knocked up…"

"I suppose, have you used all the ones from your drawer?"

"How'd you know? I bought those in Hogsmeade… and I've been hiding them…"

"I just know. But, yes I have some you can have."

"Also, just before I go, I want to tell you about why I'm even doing anything with this girl. She's friends with Potter." Lucius' interest, which had been nearly absent before was now picking up. "…And I thought maybe we could get some information from her… you know, so we can finally make the kill…Well, anyway, I've been working on gaining her trust, which goes back to the condom thing…"

"There's a death eater meeting tonight. Prepare your plan further, and you will present it to the group. Be ready to leave at seven." Lucius threw a box at Draco before turning in his chair. Draco left quickly, with a feeling like he hadn't felt since he was very young. He'd had a conversation with his father, and there were faint shreds of pride in Lucius' voice. Draco had done something right, and must finish through with it.

When he got back to his room, his head was full of thoughts. Hermione pounced on him upon his arrival, taking the box and pulling one of its contents out for him.

"Let's go Draco… I want you in me so bad…" A seductive look was on her face, making him want to give in, but he glanced away, thinking better of it.

"No Hermione. I need to do something this afternoon and tonight. And that something is not you…couldn't you go shopping with my mum or something?"

"I'll leave if you want me too, but I'd really rather stay…"

"Thanks, close the door on your way out." He said, sounding remarkably like his father.

By the time seven 'o'clock rolled around, his plan had been finalised. His father waited at the bottom of the stairs as Draco descended them in his most expensive suit. His father nodded his head to acknowledge his presence and they headed out to the garage to take the Audi.

Hermione was pissed about Draco becoming so ungrateful in such a short amount of time. Just when she thought he could be falling in love with her, he turned around and acted like a total bastard. 'Well,' She thought, 'Maybe this won't be bad after all- I could find out some adorable baby stuff about Draco… and catch up on the latest gossip with his mum…'

Aimlessly wandering, she kept her eyes peeled for any signs of movement. Finally, as she roamed around downstairs, she spotted Narcissa sitting in the kitchen, reading the newspaper.

"Hello!" Hermione said brightly.

"Hi," Narcissa responded quietly. "How've you…been?" Of course she knew how'd she'd been- fucked up by her son.

"I'm ok… your house is really nice. Thanks for letting me stay!" She thanked, trying to strike up a conversation as she seated herself across from Draco's mum.

"You're welcome. It certainly is a change to have another woman in the house. It gets very lonely being the only one here with estrogen!"

Hermione chuckled. "It's weird for me too… at my house we don't have any testosterone…" They both laughed politely, before Narcissa offered her a cup of coffee.

Five minutes later, they were chatting quite a bit, over two steaming espressos. Somehow, the conversation topic turned to Draco.

"He's really a good boy… but his father has such an influence. Lately, he's been acting more and more like him." Narcissa shook her head.

"Yeah. He's nice, but he can be kind of…" She faded. "…On the plus side- he kisses good!"

"Really? Do tell!"

"He's just so… sturdy. Know what I mean? When you hug him, it's like solid. And then when he puts his mouth on yours…" She trailed off, smiling in memories.

"What else?"

"Most of the time, the kiss deepens, and you get to feel his hands touch you… and rub my back… It makes me dizzy, even to think about it…"

Narcissa smiled slightly, and leaned her chin on her hand. "So my son is a real charmer then… When I first kissed his father, he was so rough…"

"Oh Draco can be rough too. Like the other night, he looked really like…sultry. So I can up behind him in like a sneak attack, and he grabbed me…Ooo…" She closed her eyes and sighed. Narcissa took a sip of coffee and listened expectantly.

Hermione saw the expression on her face and decided she couldn't beat around the bush any longer. "He's good in bed too."

"Oh really? Thank his father for that one. Getting a fifteen-year-old boy a whore for his birthday…"

"Well, uh," That statement surprised her, but Narcissa looked like she wanted her to go on. "He acts so different… he's assertive, but careful. Loving, but he has a maniac side as well. I…well, wasn't a virgin when we… in the pool…at the party… and what I'm saying is that he, Draco, is way better then…uh, the other guys…"

"Party? What party?"

"A couple of weeks ago. At Pansy Parkinson's house- he was drunk and we…er, got busy in the pool…"

"I didn't hear about any party, maybe I'll have to ask him later…Well anyways… it's nice to hear such…kind things about my little boy. I have one burning question though- so you use protection? I'm not quite ready for a grandchild yet…"

"Always. I might be living at your house and sleeping with your son, but I'm not stupid…"

Draco cleared his throat nervously. This was quite a large gathering of death eaters, and he had to stand up in front of them all… His stomach gave an uneasy lurch, and it took all he had to keep from vomiting up his dinner. It was different when he was bullying someone… it was like a private performance… but in front of all of these people who were liable to kill him if there was a mistake once they had acted upon the plan…He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few shaking breaths, stepping out onto the stage and up to the podium.

The silence, which had been present for every other speaker, seemed magnified in Draco's ears to an almost unbearable level of ringing and buzzing. He began to speak, shakily at first but gaining strength as calls of "Yeah!" and "Kill Potter!" sounded from the audience. By the time he had finished, he wore a malicious smile and gave a slight wave as he walked off the stage. An hour or so later, his father came up behind him and told him that they should be leaving.

The atmosphere of the Audi had changed as they climbed in. No longer was it dark and cold- now a warm feeling of accomplishment hung in the air above them. They drove for a moment before Lucius began to speak.

"Your plan was well-thought out… and had a good backing."

"Thank you sir."

"Keep up with your idea; I have a feeling this could be the plan to work…"

These words took a moment to 'sink in'. Once they did, a smile began to tweak the corners of Draco's mouth. This, from his father; it was the closest thing he'd had to a compliment from his him since he was three. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get home and screw the mudblood.

His joy was short-lived, for as soon as his thoughts turned to Hermione, a nagging feeling poked at his brain. 'Why should she have to be the ass that would tell them everything? What did she ever do to me? Or any of the death eaters? She was just a clueless mudblood out for a good fuck… and she was good…mmmm…' His thoughts trailed off as the car sped along the motorway. They arrived home at about eleven, and Draco eagerly climbed the front steps to go into the large house. When he was inside, his mother and Hermione both walked out together from the kitchen. They looked at each other and giggled, after seeing the look on his face.

"What?" He asked them, not really expecting an answer.

They giggled again, and he rolled his eyes. Taking Hermione by the arm, he pulled her close and let his warm breath tickle her neck. She shot a look over his shoulder at Narcissa, who smiled back.

In the kitchen, they had continued talking about Draco and his sex life, eventually placing bets on what he would do when he got home. Hermione was winning so far: she had said that he would take her upstairs immediately, while Narcissa said he'd flirt more beforehand. Draco, who didn't have a clue about any of this, was about to make Hermione £50 (about 87.50) richer as he nearly dragged her up the stairs. Narcissa watched from the bottom, actually quite shocked- she'd never seen her son act like that.