On the seventh Thursday, I tiptoed into Malfoy's office. Grey skirt, high heels. Cake lotion. Perfume. The Thursday special. But the air felt different from the moment I opened the office door. Malfoy sat stiffly behind his desk, papers still strewn across the top, when he would usually clear it for our weekly activities. His desk was always a favorite, after all.

My heart sank when I glanced at his face. Solid, like brick.

"Pansy Parkinson." Malfoy hissed. There was no speck of humor–no heat–no teasing or sexy undertones in his voice. It was cold–glacial even. Not business casual, not indifferent; purely frozen, encased in ice.

My smile dropped. "Pansy Parkinson." I returned.

"Close the door behind you." He barked. I obeyed. "You're insane. Absolutely fucking insane."

I stiffened. "You have no right!"

"No right?" Malfoy stood from his chair. "You mean I, me, your boss, has no right to tell you, my employee, when you are wildly out of line?" His words had a million question marks. It cut like a sharp knife.

"Some boss you've been, yeah?" I countered. "Fucking employees isn't professional behavior, you know."

Malfoy didn't miss a beat. "Neither is dressing like a proper slag, is it? Coming into your boss' office and spreading your bloody legs, eh?"

I boiled with rage. "You put me over this project, Malfoy."

"Because I bloody trusted you, that's why! I trusted you would follow protocol ."

"You never read my proposals then, yeah? I told you my plans. You knew my goals. But apparently not." I hissed.

"Oh, I read every single one, Granger. But I never signed off on any of them. I never gave you permission to plaster Pansy Parkinson on every advertisement in the country. " He shouted, taking five steps forward. "It would never pass through corporate! Now I have to clean up the mess because you went around me."

That one hurt. "Well my apologies for never being able to impress you! God forbid that's all anyone does in this god forsaken office. Prancing around like good little girls until you choose another name on your fuck list." I seethed. This was what I needed, I needed to shout at him. I needed him to hear me. "Truly, you have my most sincere apologies that I didn't make the cut on Who Will Be Draco Malfoy's Favorite Little Witch!"

"Oh that's rich!" Malfoy took two more steps forward. He clenched his fists. "Fuck-lists, truly, that's a good one. But you've lost the plot, Granger. You know you're out of line, now you're changing the subject to make yourself feel better."

"No, I think I'm truly right on the nose here." I said. "If I'd been a little sweeter, a little better dressed, a little more like Pepper Knock, you'd have thought those posters were a grand idea. Maybe if Pepper had overseen the poster committee you'd be kissing her fucking feet!"

"I hope you're enjoying this little pity party, Granger, truly, but I will have no part in whatever angle you're playing here." He seethed. Two more steps. He was close now.

"There's no angle, Malfoy." I spat. "Just truth."

"Oh yeah? So you truly thought you could dance in here with that stupid little skirt and everything would just be fine, yeah? You didn't even think to ask me for permission on your little project, didn't think to run it by me."

"You don't speak to me unless it's Thursday, Malfoy." I growled. "I wouldn't think to ask you anything on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday."

"You're delusional."

I laughed at that. "So the way you treat me everyday is in my head, then? That's what you're going with?"

"How do I treat you, Granger?"

"Like your head has never been between my legs! Like you didn't fuck me on your desk like your life depended on it, like you didn't ask me for seconds and thirds and fourths and fifths! Like I don't exist any day but Thursday! That's how you treat me, I exist only on Thursday." I hissed.

He was silent.

"How many witches have you fucked between me, eh? How many employees are you bending over

"You're absolutely loony, Granger." He spat.

"Answer the fucking question, Malfoy." I pushed.

"You are too invested in my sexual life."

"You think you can fuck me like that, ask me to come back every bloody week and I wouldn't even have a spark of curiosity in who else you shag?"

"You knew what you were signing up for." He said drily.

"I signed up for one quick fuck with Draco Malfoy, not seven weeks worth of shagging. Not month after month of the cold shoulder until your cock is inside me. If you wanted detachment you wouldn't have asked me to shag again. Nobody gets a second fuck with Draco Malfoy."

"You have attachment issues, Granger. If I had known that, maybe I wouldn't have sent an owl."

"That's all you had to say." I turned to reach for the door and in one quick motion, Malfoy grabbed my wrist and pulled me to face him.

"Merlin, Granger, I'm not him ! I am not Weasley. I am not going home to you every damn night, I'm not asking you to cook me dinner. I'm not sleeping around, Granger, because we are not sleeping together." He barked. "We are not together. Do not torture yourself like this."

"Then why would you ask me to come back?"

"Because you feel like fucking heaven !" He blurted. I saw regret form in his eyes as soon as the words left his lips.

I was special.

We stared at each other for what felt like hours. Then, as if conjoined–sharing one brain–we both pounced at each other in sync. His lips went straight for my neck and my hands went straight for his chest. I gripped his s hirt, ripped a few of the buttons clean off to get to his abs.

"Why don't you ever kiss me?" I hissed, half moaning, half seething. He had found a sweet spot on my neck and had begun to suck on it like the vampires in the movies.

"I don't kiss." He muttered against my skin.

"Fucking kiss me, Malfoy."

I grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged upward until his eyes were in line with my own. It was the first time I'd really analyzed his features up close. His nose was slightly crooked. He had a small freckle by his left eye, too small to see from far away. His eyes were silver and bright as they had always been, but his pupils were the size of the moon. I felt the urge to shiver. Then I lowered my gaze to his lips–barely pink and velvet-like like a baby blanket.

"I don't kiss, Granger." He whispered again. His breath tickled my nose. I watched his lips move.

"I do."

I crashed my lips onto his, which were slightly open with shock, and we made a different kind of earthquake. Slow, but fast, but earth shattering and calming all at once. He tasted like peppermint tea. I thought to myself maybe that's what he's been drinking in his massive white mug all along–not coffee or earl grey, but peppermint. Herbal.

"This is the last time." I mumbled.

He didn't respond. He just quickened his pacing to a nearly unbearable speed, then he bit down, nipping the skin of my bottom lip. I feared it would draw blood. I pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Stop."

"You don't like that?" He breathed.

"You're trying to make this painful." I said. "Don't."

Hesitation wrote itself all over his face, before he bent back down and reconnected our lips. He was gentler now, less radical. Better. Then his hands were under my bum, and he was lifting me like he had our first shag. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling a bulge through his jeans. God we need to stop this. God.

He pushed my back against the door and pressed his body against mine. I felt him grind his hips ever so slightly against me. I returned the favor. My whole body pulsed like a radar. I wanted him again, needed him again. It's Thursday, it's our Thursday.

I feared I'd never feel his lips again if I pulled away now. But the need to feel him was too strong. "Fuck me." I mumbled against his mouth.

"Not yet."

I groaned internally. I needed this now. But I felt him carry me towards the desk, but he walked around it. He set me down in his office chair, disconnecting our lips. I felt a pang of loss–fear that this would be over. I looked up at him–he was towering over me in this chair. "Take your clothes off." He said.

"All of it?" I gasped. We never shagged in the nude.

"All of it." He nodded. Almost politely.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and watched him do the same. I'd never seen him fully shirtless. Once my shirt was off, I waited for him to remove his. We threw them on the ground at the same time. I undid my heels. He stepped out of his loafers. I grew impatient, this was agonizing.

I reached for his belt, but he shook his head. "Skirt."

I unzipped the grey skirt. He undid his belt. I tugged the skirt down my thighs, he pulled down his trousers. The skirt hit the floor; his pants hit the floor. We both stepped out of them.

I was in a bra and underwear now. I felt nude, I felt barren. I hadn't been fully naked… fuck fuck fuck. I turned to face the wall to my left, but Malfoy grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him again. I studied his abs, his chest. He had a scar on his right pec. I wanted to ask where he'd gotten it, but I thought better of it.

Malfoy reached for his wand behind me, and in the blink of an eye, conjured a bed where his desk once was. I should've been happy. But something in me crumbled. We were nearly naked, and there was a soft surface for me to lie on. Not a desk. A real bed.

This wasn't shagging. This was sex. Real sex.

"This is the last time." I whispered, realizing what it all meant. This was goodbye sex.

"This is the last time." He repeated, softly.

I nodded glumly before I crossed the few inches to the mattress Malfoy had conjured. He crawled on top of me and lifted me by my back. He slowly undid my bra–lacey green, just like he likes it–and tossed it behind him once it was off. He lowered his mouth to my breast, and I shivered from the feeling of his breath on my nipple.

"You smell like vanilla." He mumbled.

"It's cake." I whispered.

His mouth encased my nipple, accompanied by soft sucking sounds. His hand traced down my stomach, lower, lower until he reached the top of my thong. He ran his knuckle lightly over the mound and I let out a soft sigh. "This is the last time, Draco."

His name slipped out like honey. He looked up at me, mouth still on my chest, and nodded. The corners of his lips turned upwards. "This is the last time."

He pulled away and sat up. "Lift your hips, love." He whispered. I obeyed, and he pulled my knickers down my legs and threw them to face the same fate as my bra. "Good."

He shifted so that he could take off his briefs, and just like that, we were fully nude. I stared at his cock, I'd never gotten the chance to do that. It was truly beautiful, in a way I didn't think could be possible. It was soft pink, same as his lips, and a soft bead of moisture glistened at the tip.

I sat up and leaned over to lick the moisture away, but he pushed me backwards so that I fell to the bed. "No, Granger. This is about you."

I shivered again. Then his mouth was on my cunt again, and he was sucking and pulsing and his finger went in and then out and fuck. I saw hot white light behind my eyelids, I knew I wouldn't last long. "God, Malfoy. Fuck." I hissed.

"Not my name." I felt him hum.

"Draco." I sighed.

"Good."

He tightened the suction, quickened his pace, and then for a moment I thought I'd fallen off the bed. "G–G–od" I shouted from the depths of my throat. I was flying again. I was sure of it.

And then the waterfall came, and I heard Malfoy laugh. I peeked at his face, and saw what I really wanted to be a smile. My body fluttered a little bit, as if there were stupid little pixies roaming around in the bottom of my stomach. "You really are a pornstar, Granger."

I gathered my senses, before responding. "I want to ride you." I want to be in control. I want this to be the last time. I want to make sure this is the last time. It has to be. It has to be me.

"It's your world, Granger." Malfoy responded.

He laid back, propping himself up on his elbows. It contorted his abs in such a way they were hard to ignore. I shifted onto my hands and knees and crawled on top of him. I'd never done it before, but I'd seen this in the movies. I knew it was possible. And if it was terrible, maybe I'd want to stop. I want to be in control.

I positioned myself over his cock and lowered myself so I was hovering right over the tip. I struggled to find a place for my hands–I didn't want to crush his chest, but there was nowhere else for them to go. Malfoy must have noticed, because he grabbed my wrists and led my hands to his shoulders. I took a moment to slide down his cock, slowly, letting it fill me at a bearable pace. I felt it twitch once or twice. That gave me the courage to continue.

"What's my name, Draco?"

"Hermione." He said softly.

Then I began to bounce, slowly at first. It was awkward the first few times, though Malfoy said nothing. I tried to propel myself with my hands. I readjusted and lifted from my hips, pushing down through my knees. That felt better–more comfortable. I continued at a steady pace, feeling his cock fill me up more and more. A few more bounces and I got the hang of it enough to speed up. Malfoy clutched my hands against his pecs.

Malfoy's breath quickened. I could hear a deep hum in his voice, not yet a moan, but I was doing something right. I imagined myself on a trampoline, leaping higher and higher, trying to reach the sky. The bed began to creak. I threw my head back and felt the first wave of pleasure hit me. God, it feels good to be in control.

Malfoy groaned for the first time. I felt his hands leave mine and travel to my hips. He gripped them firmly and helped lift me, then lower me, then again, over and over and over again. He rocked me back and forth, and I bit back a scream. My clit rubbed against his cock and that felt better than a million rounds of head.

"Be loud, Granger." Malfoy grunted. "Nobody will hear you but me."

With his hands still guiding me, I rocked back and forth and up and down and side to side and fuck this felt great and I screamed and I moaned and I felt like I was one of those dumb quidditch posters flying around a goal post on a broom but Draco Malfoy was my broom and fuck why is this the last time, I could do this every Thursday for the rest of my life.

"God I fucking love–" I said, breath hitching in my throat. No. Never say that. " This . I fucking love this."

I didn't dare look down at Malfoy, I just spelled my name on his dick and prayed he would forget my blunder. His breaths were quick as mine and deep down I prayed it didn't feel as good for me as it did for him. I prayed he was in heaven ( You feel like heaven, Granger. That's what he says in my head) and he was closer to his boiling point than me and I would make sure he'd never forget this one Thursday in July.

But I finished first. And the second Malfoy felt the splash of my pleasure, he used his usual inhuman strength to flip me onto my back. In milliseconds, I was staring up at his face as he thrust inside of me over and over until I could feel that he was close. He let out one final grunt and finished.

He fell on top of me for a moment, his warmth enveloping my body. Then it was gone, and he was lifting himself off the bed. I sighed. This is the last time.

"You needed that." Malfoy's voice was dull again. "Now go back downstairs. I have to clean up your mess."

This was the last time.