A/N: Okay, seriously, I'm sorry this one took so long. I know this is like the 3rd time I've said that but this one was honestly ready about a week ago. However, I am a huge dork and thought I sent it to my beta when really I didn't. I checked my email for days in a row in vain waiting for something to impossibly come haha. Anyways, I should be done with the next chapter within a day and I'll be sure to actually SEND that one and get it posted ASAP.

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Hermione's eyes slowly blinked open. Everything was bright. After becoming more aware she realized it was the whiteness of the bedding, and the bright tropical sun that was pouring in through the beautiful viewing window.

Hermione rolled over to see if Draco was in the bed next to her, but he wasn't. She slid her hand across the soft linen to where his imprint lay and she couldn't decide if it wasn't warm because he had been gone for a long time, or if it had cooled quickly because of the breeze the open window allowed in.

She laid back into the pillow, her naked body barely covered by the thin tossed sheet. The air of the resort was sweet and warm and if felt good to lazily breath it in.

She ran her hands through her hair. It was messy and a bit crispy from the products that were put in the day before, not to mention the perfumes and lotions. She slowly got out of bed and went back to the bathroom, she never did get that shower she wanted the night before…

She turned on the water of the shower, which was a large square encasement of glass and stainless silver trimming. After letting it warm up enough she stepped in, closing the sliding glass behind her. The sweet smells of the hotels soaps and the massaging head of the shower melted Hermione into deep relaxation. She was so out of sorts there was no way she could begin to wrap her head around what had happened with Draco the night before just yet… All could she think about was how different her body seemed to her as she finished rinsing the conditioner out of her hair and was now lathering herself with a creamy soap.

Before it was plain and ordinary, but now, now she was looking at parts that seemed to hypnotize Draco. Parts he had touched, teased, pleasured for hours the night before. He beheld her whole body, nurturing and admiring every single inch of her, giving the most sincere attention to every bit, like she was amazing. Never in a millions years would she guess Draco Malfoy would idolize her body.

The creak of an opening door caused Hermione to turn and try to look into the bathroom through the sliding glass, but the main room of the bathroom quickly filled with hot wet fog, and nothing could be seen through the whiteness.

Suddenly the shower door was slid open and Draco emerged into the shower, a white towel around his waist. He looked a bit sweaty and hot, his hard chest glistening with dew.

"I thought you were gone," said Hermione, surprised.

"No, I was just trying out the steam room," he said very plainly, letting the towel drop and already moving in on Hermione.

He knew before he even fell asleep the night before, as absurd as it was, that he and Hermione would have sex again.

Hermione knew she was definitely overdue for thinking through her current situation, but she didn't care. The second he dropped his towel and she marveled his perfect body she was ready to go. She was up against the wall within seconds, her legs wrapped around Draco, sucking on his neck as he made her moan the best way he knew how.

It hadn't been a dream, nor was Hermione sick or deranged from stress, the way she felt when he was in her was just as unbelievable as it was the previous evening. He closed his eyes tightly as she let him push her up and in to the shower wall, the hot water raining down around them.

… … …

'Merlin, how weird is this…' thought Hermione, standing in their hotel room's walk-in closest, trying to find something to wear. Draco was still in the bathroom, brushing his teeth.

She had just picked out a thin pink tank top with a lacey collar, something that wouldn't get to hot in the weather, and was pulling it over her head when Draco came out wearing nothing but boxers.

He seemed to be perfectly comfortable around her, so Hermione decided for the moment she'd do just the same.

"Where did that portkey take us to anyway?" asked Hermione. After the wedding reception, and Lucius's demand, Hermione couldn't care less where they were going on their "honeymoon", but now, things were a bit different, and she wanted to know where she was.

"An island called Jamaica, ever heard of it?" he answered, pulling on a t-shirt of his own.

Hermione's mouth dropped, "Yes!" she exclaimed, "A lot of world changing magical discoveries were made here! The muggles think the people practice something called "voodoo", its all terribly fascinating…"

"Well good," said Draco, "Because we're here for a few of days."

Both became silent. Alone. Just the two of them. In their hotel room. For days. Draco pulled on some pants and looked over to Hermione, who had been brushing her hair but had now stopped.

"There's some, uh, golf thing, I think is what it's called, that I wanted to try," he said, smoothing his hair in the mirror and looking over to Hermione, "…you can do…whatever," he added.

Hermione just looked at him. Was he being nicer? Giving her more freedom? Did it have anything to do with the fact that they'd just slept together?

Draco could only assume she didn't know what to think, but he didn't care. He felt like he had discovered something amazing, and he honestly didn't want to be told or even acknowledge that it might be wrong.

He just smirked at her, "Why don't you order some brunch from room service or something? It's getting to be after noon. I should be home in time to get some dinner with you," he had finished lacing up his shoes and stood up. He slipped his arm around her, planting his hand on her butt and pulled her right next to him, "After dinner I want to have more sex," he said and kissed her firmly on the lips.

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Hermione walked the white sanded beach alone, collecting conchs and shells. She had also visited the street market earlier to pass the time while Draco was gone. She had bought some fresh tropical flowers to bring back some color to their stark white room as well as an indigenous pearl necklace, all charged to the Malfoy account of course, which Hermione suddenly had unlimited access to. She admired the beauty of the island, and the wonderful native people. In fact, it was the only thing she let herself think about, nothing else was allowed. No Voldemort or Dumbledore. No Draco or Harry. Honestly men were nothing but trouble.

When she returned to her room she immediately received a phone call informing her that dinner would be brought as soon as Mr. Malfoy arrived, and that they were also receiving complimentary champagne and strawberries, a honeymooner's treat.

Why, she did not know, but she changed out of her beach outfit of shorts and a tank top into a thin cool soft yellow sun dress. She also tucked one of the tropical flowers behind her ear. She didn't want to admit to herself that she wanted to look pretty for Draco.

She also couldn't explain the terribly anxious feeling she felt when the house-elf of the hotel wheeled in their dinner without Draco being back.

"He's just arrived Miss," said the elf, "We brought dinner as soon as he entered the lobby."

And sure enough Draco came in through the door, carry an anonymous brown paper bag which he set aside.

He just looked at Hermione, who was seated at the table as the house-elf wheeled out the cart back out of the room. He sat without saying anything, and began to uncork the champagne bottle. He poured them both a glass, then pulled the silver lid off of his plate. The two quietly began to enjoy their fresh lobster dinners.

"How was golf?" asked Hermione finally.

Draco swallowed his bite then smiled, "Frustrating, I got disqualified for jinxing my ball."

Hermione laughed mirthfully, the mental image to humorous to hold in.

"What did you do today?" he asked.

"I went for a walk, sight saw…" she said, "and did a little shopping."

Draco just nodded, chewing another bite. There was another awkward silence.

She'd never admit it, not even to herself, but she had been thinking of, looking forward to even, the event that Draco said would take place upon his return. She had finished her dinner, and was trying the complimentary strawberries.

She drew it to her mouth slowly and savored one delicately between her lips, dwelling on the delicious flavor and juicy texture as she looked out the glass balcony of their suite, captured by the sunset. She was filled with uncertainty.

Was she a horrible person for enjoying sex with such an enemy? How did things get to this point?!

Suddenly Draco pushed the entire table out of the way. Hermione should've known she wasn't the only one who had been thinking about them all day. He had been watching her, wanting her, and something as simple as her delicate movements of a strawberry to her mouth did him in. He wanted to be that strawberry!

He grasped her by her shoulders and kissed her deeply while holding her still. Hermione, surprised, was as stiff as a plank of wood in response to his grip, but Draco's kiss soon melted her and she relaxed into his arms.

With her guard down it was much easy for Draco to control her. He slid the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor and he began sliding his hands up and down her stomach and breasts, caressing her silky skin. Hermione shivered from his touch and while still kissing him she grazed the waistband of his pants with her hands before undoing his belt.

Draco tensed up, the very action making him so anxious. He wanted her so bad; everything she did just drove him crazy. He had been afraid she wouldn't want to again, that she would tell him to "get lost"… He was so glad she had no idea what it would do to him if she were to refuse him… if he attempted to kiss her and she said no, the horribly unthinkable possibility of rejection… from her.

Slytherins do not deal well with flashes of vulnerability. Knowing that she could hurt him made him feel the need to establish in her mind that she really couldn't! He needed to make sure she thought otherwise, that if she were to say no that he wouldn't really mind. He had to believe she had no power over him, his entire ego depended on it!

Before Hermione knew it, she was directed back towards the bed, flipped around and pushed down to her knees. Hermione was shocked, Draco was being very forceful.

Draco dropped to his knees as well; Hermione was in between him and the bed. His front side was pressed right up against her backside while she was being pushed against the bed like someone about to pray on an altar. His hands was now around her front, groping her chest and rubbing in between her legs in slow firm figure eights. Despite her surprise, she moaned deeply and was glad the bed was there for her to lean on. Both of their underwear had dropped and Hermione could feel Draco in between her legs, temptingly close to where his hand was rubbing. She was definitely impatient for him to enter her, she leaned over the bed a bit, wanting to persuade him with smooth access.

Draco smiled evilly, "Do you want me?" he asked huskily.

Hermione just moaned.

Draco stopped rubbing but just pressed firmly down, "I said do you want me?"

Hermione was surprised by his aggressiveness, and she realized if she wanted to move away from him she couldn't, he had her trapped against the bed. Not that it mattered; she didn't want to go anywhere. "Y-yes," she stammered, his hand still affecting her.

Hermione whimpered, confused yet still enjoying every single touch against her better self.

"Say it," said Draco firmly into her ear, tracing a circle outside of her with his fingers and lunging himself a bit more in between her legs, hoping his hard readiness would drive her crazy.

Hermione was shivering uncontrollably. "I want you," she exasperated, her eyes closed tightly, dying for him to quit torturing her.

"You need me to do it don't you?" boasted Draco, a sick attempt to clear his own conscious. 'It was Hermione who initiated the sex', he thought. He had to think it was Hermione. He couldn't possible have been the one to put the moves on the mudblood… it had to have been all her doing. She begged him, she persuaded him, she convinced him… 'She came to me!' he told himself firmly, 'I may have liked to look at her, but SHE took it to the next level…' If it ever came to a point where someone needed to take responsibility for what they've done, for whatever ever reason, it would be her.

Hermione was growing more and more aware of what he was trying to do with each passing second, and it made her very angry, but at the same time she didn't want to say or do anything that would cause Draco to stop pleasuring her. In fact, she wanted to do whatever it took to make him do more. 'Merlin, how does he know exactly where to touch?!' she wondered anxiously. He was treating her like an inferior, so why was it turning her on so much?

"Say you need me!" he said again.

Hermione finally opened her eyes, almost slightly smiling to herself. "I need you she whispered huskily.

The sound of those words coming from her mouth was so arousing. Draco smiled while closing his eyes, completely relieved. He didn't know what he would've done next if his manipulation hadn't worked, and he was probably more eager than Hermione was to get to the point, but he couldn't have let her know that. Finally he could slip into her from behind, and she cried out from the stimulation of the new angle.

Draco aggressively pumped into her, determined how to show her just how much she liked what he did. He continued to reach around her, rubbing her outside while thrusting her inside. She was panting and whimpering from how amazing it felt, but that didn't mean she had forgotten what he dared try to do…

Finally she quivered from the intense attention and over stimulation. It wasn't long before Hermione arched her back into him, crying out with pleasure. Draco was so secretly relived when Hermione erupted into a climax, because she had been slightly rubbing her butt into him and squeezing him so tightly he could barely keep it together.

They took a quick breath while Hermione flipped around, sat on the edge of the bed and laid back, smiling oddly at him.

Draco, delusional from pleasure, loved the view, and eagerly got up from his knees, knowing it was finally his turn to climax and positioning himself so that he could enter her while he was standing and she laid back, her hips to the edge of the bed… but suddenly, Hermione squeezed her legs together too tightly for him to make it.

Draco opened his eyes and huffed in surprise, but Hermione had already begun to pull him onto the bed. Although there was initial disappointment, he was keenly interested and slightly confused when she pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. But then she began pulling a pillow out of its long silky case and ripped it down the middle.

"Wha-," said Draco

"Shut up," said Hermione with a sweet smile, taking one of his hands over his head and lacing some of the fabric through the iron headboard. Before Draco knew it Hermione had tied his hands up and was kissing his chest.

Draco was heavily aroused and he ached and longed for her, but she merely hung over him, his extremely sensitive tip brushing against the hot, wet, soft skin between her legs. He groaned and groaned, even lunged upward, but it was no use. This time it was Hermione smiling evilly.

Need him? Ha.

"Do you want me?" Hermione mocked seductively.

"HUH?" said Draco, not believing she had tricked him so well. His hands began to tug on the fabric, angry and desperate to get free. He'd show Hermione who was the one in charge… but it was no use, the binds loosened a bit but not enough, and she had begun rubbing herself against him again, causing him to shudder and groan.

"Do you want me?" she said again more firmly.

"Hermione," he began to say sternly.

She reached backward and in between his legs gripping him firmly in her hand, knowing Draco would want her to stroke him, "Well?"

"Yes," he cried, "really badly!"
Hermione softly glided her hand along him, increasing her grip and speed slowly, "Do you need me?" she asked.

Draco just glared at her, attempting once again to free his hands from the sloppy ties.

Hermione stopped her stroking.

"No!" cried Draco almost frantically, "Don't stop!"

"Because you need me to keep going, don't you? You need me," she boasted, enunciating each world.

"Yes!" Draco yelled angrily.

Hermione resumed tickling him, "Yes what?"

"Yes I need you!" he gasped.

Hermione smiled with satisfaction at the sound of the words. How dare he try to make her look like the desperate needy one? She looked up at him through hazy long eyelashes, leaned down and began to kiss and lick his chest. Her hot, pink tongue felt so soft and good on his muscles, and her lips were like a gentle massage as she slightly sucked, and watching her was so erotic it made him loose his breath. "How bad do you need me?" she asked, taking it further than he had.

"What?" he cried in exasperation, shifting from the pleasure.

Hermione had very slowly made her way down to his stomach, "You heard me," she said, lingering at his bellybutton.

He could feel that she wasn't moving any further down, and his body cried out in protest. After a groan he finally gave up, "A lot," he cried, "So much Hermione, you have no idea!"

She was dangerously low now, licking low on his stomach and lightly grazing his upper inner thighs with her finger tips. "How come?" she asked with a tone of innocent curiosity.

Draco roared with anger, she was still torturing him, "Uhhh," he groaned, "Because you feel so good!" he muttered, his eyes closed tightly, "Sooo good."

Hermione intentionally licked just the tip of him for the briefest of seconds.

"Oh, please," he said, "Merlin, please!"

Hermione finally did Draco the biggest kindness and put her whole mouth around him.

He vocalized his gratitude loudly as she finally stopped torturing him and he felt how quickly Hermione's hot wet mouth engulfed him. Hermione hungrily continued, firmly massaging him with her tongue and lips, rubbing her hands on his thighs, sliding her mouth up and down the entire length of him. She was humming softly while Draco moaned and rolled his head around in ecstasy because of the soft vibration.

It was pretty settled then, and both of them knew it. They didn't know why or how, but there was no point in denying it anymore. Hermione may have wanted Draco really bad, but it definitely wasn't all on her, and she made sure he knew that. Regret, getting caught, whatever they both worried may possibly come from what they had done, they'd be taking the blame together. And after she managed to trick him and torture him he sure as hell knew it perfectly well now. They both let it happen. They were sleeping with the enemy, and they liked it.