A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I apologize for taking so long to update, but I've had a bit of trouble getting the energy to do anything besides stay awake. Once again, I'm sorry, and I hope it doesn't take this long to update again.

Once again, here is another exciting chapter, which contains sex. Yes, more sex. I've noticed stories that have lots of sex get lots of reviews. Strange… maybe that's why it's supposed to be rated R… so here is some more sex for you. Enjoy.

Be warned, though, there are some graphic and explicit terms. I'm not even kidding. If you think it needs to be changed or altered in any way, let me know in a review and I will do so immediately. If I'm reported, I won't be able to update either story for at least a month.

Draco pulled Hermione in to his lap again, once again wrapping his arms around her waist. She grinned down at him again. They continued to snog for the next ten minutes.

There was a knock on the door. Hermione looked up. "Draco, I think dinner's here."

He sighed. "Sounds like it. Can I have you for dessert?"

Hermione shivered. Yes, of course. I thought you'd never ask. "Maybe," she replied slyly.

They straightened their clothes and took their seats at opposite sides of the table. Draco called for the waiter to enter. The door opened and the room was filled with the scent of good Italian food. Hermione was starving, and Draco was almost drooling. I hope this is better than that… stuff… I ordered earlier.

Two steaming dishes were set on the table, alongwith a wicker basket filled with breadsticks. Their salads were set to the left of their dishes. Deep green linen napkins appeared on their laps, and real silver tableware appeared next to their plates. Hermione thanked the waiter, who bowed out of the room after filling their glasses with wine.

Draco looked slightly apprehensive at the silver plate in front of him. It looks messy. "This looks awfully messy, Hermione," he told her.

"It's not, as long as you know how to use a fork and knife. I promise," she said, seeing the dubious look on his face. He stuck his tongue out at her. "That's really mature," Hermione replied, a grin on her face. "Just try it before you make a decision, okay?"

He picked up his fork and knife and cut a small piece. He lifted it to his mouth slowly. I love his mouth. It's so sexy. She realized she was staring and quickly picked up her own utensils. She swirled a little bit of the fettuccine on to her fork and brought it to her mouth. Heavenly. This is absolutely delicious. She swallowed and took a little drink of her wine. Ahh, perfect. Great wine, great food, great company, what more could I ask for?

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Draco was in the process of trying to talk himself intoactually placing the meat in his mouth when he noticed Hermione staring at him. Hmm. Let's see what happens if I do this… He slowly raised the fork to his mouth and watched her eyes follow his every move. He placed the veal in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the fork. She suddenly tore her gaze away from his mouth and picked up her fork. A light pink graced her cheeks. Mmmm, she looks better than this food. He began chewing his food. A slightly surprised look overtook his face. It's not too bad, he reflected. He was used to the best cuisine in the world, and as this went, it was actually pretty good. He remembered that Hermione had recommended this for him. Damn, she's good. He took a drink of his wine and reached for a breadstick. He tore off a piece and popped it into his mouth. He almost fell off his chair. Oh, Merlin, I never knew bread could taste so good. He didn't even chew it for a moment, savoring the way it melted in his mouth. Dear gods, I could eat these every day, all day.

He nearly forgot that Hermione was sitting across from him, he was so into the little bite of bread in his mouth. The only thing that tastes better is Hermione. He looked up to see her smiling at him.

- - - - -

Hermione was in the process of enjoying her pasta when she noticed Draco jump. She looked up to see a piece of breadstick in his hand. His eyes were closed and he had an expression of pure bliss on his face. What, he's never had a breadstick before? She watched him sit like that for almost two minutes. Maybe I should try one of those. Judging by the expression on his face, they must be almost orgasmic. Mmmm, orgasmic. She shuddered and a series of pictures flashed through her mind, most of them memories of times she had sex with him. She smiled. He looked up at her and nearly blushed. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing except the expression of pure bliss on your face."

"Like that, huh?"

"You know it," she said with an evil look on her face. Did I really just say that?

"Well, as delicious as this meal is, I can think of something even better."

"What's that?"

"You." Hermione shuddered again. She remembered the way his hands had roamed her body last night. Suddenly, everything seemed brighter and more defined. She noticed the cool feel of the fork in her hand and the way her winereflected the candlelight. I am so turned on.

She finally found her voice. "Oh." She couldn't manage anything else. She was too busy looking at him, imagining him naked. She gulped.

"Come over here." Hermione found the energy to stand up and wandered around the table. "Bring your chair."

"Do I have to? I'd rather sit… somewhere else," she said vaguely.

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Gee, wonder where she wants to sit, he mused. "And where would that be?"

"On your…" Oh, come on say it, "… cock." She whispered it, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Did she really say it? Tell me she said it. "Come again? I don't think I heard you."

She looked up into his face. There was a determined look in her eyes, mixed with a look of pure lust. "I want to sit on your cock."

Yes! I knew it! He mentally slapped himself a high five. "Well, what's stopping you?"

She sauntered over to him, swaying her hips. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she made it to his chair, slowly turned around, and bent over a little. Oh, I love her ass. She took her time sitting down, which excited Draco to the point of being slightly uncomfortable. She wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable, which would be nearly impossible because of his erection. Only way she's going to be comfortable is with… don't think about it. I'm only going to be disappointed. There's no way she'll fuck me here.

- - - - -

I can't believe I'm doing this. Hermione was so nervous she was nearly shaking. She couldn't remember ever doing something so bold. Though, she mused, if I'm going to do it, this is the guy to be doing it with. She slowly sat down and wiggled around, pretending to get comfortable, when really she was teasing him. It immediately became apparent she didn't need to work to arouse him. She smirked to herself.

"May I try a bite of your dinner?" she asked.

"Mmph," he replied.

"I assume that's a yes."

"Mmph."

She grinned to herself. I guess I'm pretty good at this seduction thing. She picked up the utensils and cut herself a piece of veal. She turned around to look him in the eye while she brought it up to her mouth. She did the same thing he had done earlier and wrapped her mouth around the tender meat, then licked her lips. She swallowed and said, "Yummy."

She felt him jerk underneath her. Hmm, what next? She plucked the piece of breadstick out of his hand and, instead of breaking off a piece, she slid it into her mouth. This really is a good breadstick. She bit off a piece and pulled the rest out. She closed her eyes and put on an expression of delight. When she finished, she sat the remainder of the bread down and liked her fingers one at a time, looking him in the eye, moaning softly. "Mmm, that is one good stick." She heard his sudden intake of breath.

She still couldn't believe she was doing this. Not only that, but by this point, her blood was pumping through her veins so quickly, her every nerve had become sensitized to the slightest touch. She didn't have to fake the look of pleasure when she licked her fingers, because it felt incredibly good. Wonder if that's what it feels like for a guy. If it was, no wonder they liked getting head so much.

- - - - -

Where did she learn how to do this? Draco could barely contain himself. When she pulled her fingers out of her mouth, slightly damp, he nearly lost it in his pants. I can't take much more of this. He slowly slid his hands underneath her cloak, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. She wiggled a little at his touch, making her rub against him more. He groaned out loud. Good thing she's mine.

She turned around so she was straddling him. He leaned forward to capture her lips for a deep kiss, but she turned his head away and licked the outside of his ear. He groaned again. He couldn't believe she was doing this to him. No one had ever affected him like this.

He slid his fingers up her leg, touching her inner thigh. She sighed and bent down to bite his neck. Oh, dear Merlin, I can't take this anymore. He moved to slide his hand inside her panties only to realize there were none. Holy shit. He didn't bother with her clit, he simply slid his fingers inside her. Holy shit. She was so hot, so wet, he nearly lost it again. He closed his eyes, took three deep breaths, and reopened his eyes. He looked at her face, which was contorted inecstasy. He moved her back a little so he could get free of his pants. As soon as he sprung free, he picked her up, moved her forward, and sat her down on his cock. She looked surprised, but pleased.

"So."

"What?"

"Wanna fuck?"

"Mmph." As she said this, he slid inside her. Her eyes sprung open, and she gasped. He took advantage of her open mouth and kissed her. Their tongues did battle, until he started to thrust in to her. She gasped again, then moaned out loud. That has to be one of the sweetest sounds in the world. She was so caught up in the feel of him moving inside her, she seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were in a restaurant, supposedly eating dinner. He was too busy to grab his wand, so he stuffed the last bite of the breadstick in her mouth and she bit down, groaning. Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Oh, Merlin. She suddenly tensed up even more, then he felt her entire body shudder. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt, and she threw her head back, narrowly missing the dinner left on the table. The scream coming from her throat was quieted a little when he covered her mouth with his. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and he growled her name into her mouth while emptying himself.

- - - - -

Hermione was still in the throes of her orgasm when she felt the telltale jerk from Draco, meaning he had come. It only served to make her peak again. His mouth was still covering hers, so her scream went mostly unnoticed.

She was so exhausted. I forgot how much energy this takes. She fell forward, leaning on Draco's shoulder, and buried her face in his neck. They were both panting as though they had, well, just had incredible sex, which they had. Hermione felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Oh, Merlin, thank you for this opportunity. She heaved a final sigh and snuggled closer to Draco. He smells different, but good. She smiled into his shoulder and pushed herself up so she could see him. "Well, how was it?"

His eyes were closed, and his face looked peaceful. Oh, gods, please tell me he enjoyed it. After a minute, he opened his eyes, and Hermione saw that they were slightly unfocused and looked dazed. She smiled in satisfaction. Good. Glad he liked it.

She sat there for another minute, just staring at him, when there was a knock at the door. They both turned their head towards the intrusion. Hermione jumped up and performed a cleansing charm while Draco tucked himself back in his pants. She ran a hand through her hair and sat down on her side of the table again while Draco called out for the intruder to identify themselves.

"It's your waiter, Mr. Malfoy. I have received a message for Mrs. Malfoy. Would you like it now, or shall I return later?"

Hermione stood and went to the door. "I'll take that, than-" she stopped, a stunned look on her face. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit, Hermione, or should I say, Mrs. Malfoy. What did you think, I would leave you two alone for more than half an hour at a time?"

"But I've only seen you… um… you're a friend of Draco's right?" She looked over at Draco, a question in her eyes.

"Let him in, Mrs. Malfoy. I'd recognize that bastard's voice anywhere. Come in, Zabini."

The dark-haired man waltzed in to the room. He glanced at Hermione, whose robe was crooked, then at Draco, whose hair was slightly messed up. They both appeared flushed, and their lips were swollen.

"Was it good?"

Hermione blushed and Draco smirked. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Draco! Do you mind? I hardly even know this guy!"

"Don't worry, he won't tell. Will you?" Draco looked like he was teasing, but his voice had a thread of steel in it.

"No, no, of course not. Besides, I've got Ginny." Blaise smirked back at Draco, who grinned.

"Boys," Hermione huffed under her breath.

"So," Draco continued, "what brings you here?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Liar."

"No, really. I got in line shortly after you two came inside. Everyone was talking about 'Mrs. Malfoy'." Blaise snickered. "I just had to find out who it was, so I came in."

"How'd you know where we were?"

"Duh. You're Malfoy, remember? Malfoys get the best, most private places in restaurants. Well, everywhere, really," he considered. "So where else would you be, in the kitchen? Or the front window, maybe? No, I thought, he would be hiding if he had the Mrs. with him. So, here I am." He grinned.

"You're a bastard."

"Technically, no. To you, yes."

"What do you want?" Draco was getting impatient. Besides, he wanted another breadstick, but his manners prevented him from eating in front of a guest.

"It's about, well…" Blaise trailed off, with a significant look at Hermione.

"She knows. It's okay."

"Well, actually, it's not. It's kind of impor-" Blaise broke off, with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.

Draco knew why, too. His forearm had burned at the same time.

With an apologetic look at Hermione, he told her he had to go.

"Why? What now?" She looked kind of disappointed.

"It's about the Dark Lord."

"Shit. Well," she said, ignoring the surprised look on the men's faces at her choice of word, "I should go to work, then. It'll be something I have to investigate."

Blaise looked puzzled. "Why would you have anything to do with it?"

"Because I'm head of the Auror Department, that's why."

His mouth formed a little 'oh'. "Well, see you in a few minutes, then. Malfoy, let's go."

Draco stood up and walked over to Hermione. "We'll continue this later, okay?"

Hermione looked a little uncomfortable. "Maybe." She stood also and Disapparated.

"Of course. Leave me with the bill," Draco grumbled. He summoned a waiter, told him to place it on his tab, and Disapparated with Blaise.