A/N: Warning, smut ahead.

He was on her heels as she headed straight for her room, following her lead until they crossed the threshold. Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his lips and pressed her gently against the closed door. His hands braced either side of her hips and he pushed her legs open with his knee. She wrapped her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. When she came up for air, he dropped his lips to her neck and began planting long, eager kisses along her neck. It drew out a gasp and throaty moan from Hermione she'd never heard come out of her mouth before.

Draco laughed and spun her around, depositing her on the bed and climbed on top of her, positioning himself in between her legs. His kisses became slower, lazier, and she began to savor the feeling of his warm body on hers. For a moment he broke away and just looked at her.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting this?"

"Since last week at least?"

"Oh yes, Granger, since last week," he rolled his eyes.

She laughed again, and realized she couldn't remember ever laughing this much with anyone in bed. He ran his hands over her hair gently, careful not to rip her curls, and pressed his lips against hers once again. Feeling the heat of the moment, she wrapped a leg around him and was met with a happy moan from him.

"You know," he said tentatively, breaking the kiss for the moment, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If this is fast…"

"Draco," she whispered in his ear, pulling him back to her mouth, "shut up. I know what I'm doing."

"Say that again," it came out more like a beg than a command.

"Shut up?"

He shook his head, "the other part. My name."

"Draco?" She raised an eyebrow and he buried his face into the crook of her neck, planting slow kisses on it. "I use your name all the time."

"Yes, and now you know what it does to me," his fingertips were teasing the hem of her sweater, pulling it up to reveal the skin underneath.

Hermione lifted her arms so he could pull it off and discard it on the floor, "I suppose hearing you say mine does something to me as well."

"Is that right?" He said, sliding a hand up her thigh-high tights and under her skirt until his fingertips hit bare skin and eventually came into contact with her panties. "Seems like you're plenty excited as it is."
She swallowed a moan as he circled her with the pad of his thumb, "Draco, please."

He grinned, "All you ever have to do is ask, and I will give you anything you want, Hermione."

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down to kiss him hard before grasping at the tight black t-shirt she liked so much and lifting it up over his head. Following her lead, he stepped off the bed to the side and pulled his jeans off, leaving him in his tight underwear. Hermione turned on her side, propping her head up with her hand and took in the sight for a moment.

The muscle she noticed in his arms could be found everywhere now that she had the chance to look. He didn't have the same body type as the models in Witch Weekly or the Quidditch players Ginny occasionally set Hermione up with (for their common desire to be discrete, and her admitted attraction to them). Draco's muscles weren't that defined, he didn't have six-pack abs or anything of the sort, but his long, lean physique fit his tall stature. There were also the little details too, like a collection of freckles under his collar bone and the way his white-blonde hair trailed down his chest and stomach.

Apparently, the assessment was mutual, his eyes were hungry as he looked her over. She suddenly felt self conscious of the sensible tan bra and unmatched panties. Did the girls Draco was used to bringing home wear thongs and tiny sheer bras?

As if he read her mind, or more likely picked up on the way she looked down at herself, he climbed back on top and said, "you know, I love the way you dress,"

"Do you now?"

"Okay, I like the way you dress. But keeping this body a secret should be a crime." He ran his hands over her chest, cupping her gently, before lowering the straps of her bra and unclasping it with one hand.

She blushed as he tossed it to the side and took an eyeful of her topless. "It's only a secret if you're not paying attention. I don't hide it, I just don't flaunt it."

"My imagination isn't my strongest suit," he brought his hands back onto her breasts and started to rub her nipples with his thumbs. "I'll just have to memorize all of this."

His hands on her made her feel like she was on fire and suddenly she needed more. Hermione had always liked sex, she never felt like it was boring or had that much trouble orgasming. But she also didn't feel a primal need as other of her friends described. Not until Draco pushed aside her panties and teased her with the lightest touch.

The sound that came out of her was more of a whine than a moan and he chuckled. As he pushed a finger in fully, she gasped and found herself holding onto his hair. He started pumping in and out and she quickly melted into a mess of moans. All sense of self-preservation left her body as he touched her, suddenly she was completely unashamed to ask him, beg him for more. True to his promise, he obliged, adding another finger and increasing his speed. Soon he was tipping her over the edge within minutes.

"Oh," he said, shaking out his right hand afterwards, "so those come easily for you?"

"Sometimes. Depends."

It was a lie, it had never happened that easily or that quickly for her.

"Are you alright to keep going?"

"Yes, I can take a couple." Again, a lie. She had no idea, normally she didn't finish before the foreplay was even done.

He didn't seem to pick up on it, pulling down his boxers and casting a pregnancy and infection ward. Unwilling to give his ego too much of a boost, Hermione kept her face neutral with just a coy smile as she took him in her hand to finish warming him up. It was unexpected, given his lanky frame she'd imagined long but perhaps a little bit thin. He was the opposite, average or so length, but thick. When he pushed inside of her, she felt him everywhere.

"Merlin," she said.

"Alright? Comfortable?"

"Just uh, go slow? For a moment?"

He pressed his forehead to hers, moving at a snail's pace rocking in and out. "Take as much time as you need, I plan on being here all night."

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, letting the pleasure wash over her as they moved together. After a moment, her whole body started to relax.

"Okay. That feels good. You can…have at it."

He grinned, "in that case, I hope you know fully I plan to make you mine tonight."

"And what exactly does that look like, Malfoy?"

His smile beamed at her, "Oh, I'd be happy to show you, Granger."