AN: IMPORTANT!

BEWARE!

THIS SCENE CONTAINS EXPLICIT, HIGH SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND IS R RATED!

ALL THE SHY AND SQUEMISH, TURN BACK NOW!

Well, in a while. But still!

You have been warned!

Enjoy!

From,

Draguna

For the rest of the day, it was great fun.

Since Hermione and Draco hadn't been involved in collecting a doxy fairy to bring back to class, they got to watch as Neville got his ears mauled whilst shouting 'not again! I hate doxies! All fairies are the same! They're out to get me!'. Hermione took notes of course, and Draco refused. He said there were better things to aid them in the learning of the dark arts, than how to run around after a 6 inch tall mutated fairy, which had an appetite for student's fingers.

"I think you will find their diet contains tree sap, not human fingers." She laughed, as Ron got his to sit down. He thought he finally had it under control, when it jumped at his face and bit his ear. "You would think after our last run in with Lockhart and the Cornish pixies he would have learned not to get too close." She rolled her eyes. "Now he will need an anti serum before he gets himself bed bound from the poison."

"Are you going to tell him that?" Draco had his arms crossed, sat with Hermione again, and just glad to be near her. She had a stern face, a quill in one hand hovering off the parchment, and the other on the table near Draco.

"No." she said simply, and continued to take notes.

"No. ok." He looked over to them, and couldn't help a smirk appear under the mask. She was still angry at the weasel for what he had said to her, about him. It made his battered pride mend itself slightly, and his ego glowed. "Potter is up to something." Hermione looked up, and saw Harry had his Doxy sedated. He was holding it tightly, and walking over to the Slytherin half of the room.

"That stupid idiot. He is going to lose points for our house if he doesn't stop bantering with Malfoy." She despaired, her inner head girl voice dictating her duty to stop him. Malfoy had walked in half way through the second hour, blank faced, obviously cured as he was no longer holding his balls, and walked straight over to crab and goyle. Where he proceeded to take one of their Doxies, and gave her no glance. "Wait here." She said annoyed, and walked over to Harry. Right before he could drop it on Malfoy's bleach blonde head, Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist. "Harry." She said sternly. "And you wonder why you get detentions while you have practise?" she rolled her eyes.

"Saved? Feeling a little guilty are we Hermione?" She pursed her lips together, and forced a smile at Malfoy, who was now looking right at them. Hermione still holding Harry's wrist in the air, the stunned Doxy in his hand.

"Saved, yes. Guilty? No. But I would like a word with you now that we have both calmed down." She then looked to Harry, who was trying not to laugh. "I am sure Zabini could use a good wake up call. And Moody isn't even here anymore. Walked out a few seconds ago to get some Doxy antidote for Ronald." She smirked slightly, at his eager departure.

"Still sore from the potions incident I see." He chuckled. "I had to step in and save you, if you remember." He leaned back in his chair, smirking at her again. He had a mission after all…

"Right, I remember. I understand that you wanted to start a new between us. You were very forward this morning." She whispered. "I had just had a large argument with Draco, and I was not in the mood for it."

"So you took it out on me? Is that what you are saying?"

"No, you deserved what you got. But, I will put it behind me if you can put it behind you. We can still be civil and I am not about to go crying around and tell anyone."

"Great." He winked at her. "I hope it won't happen again. Or I will have to start wearing a box for every dance lesson."

"Ah, another thing about that." Don't be mad, don't be mad, PLEASE don't be mad. "We won't be dancing together anymore. I…have a date." Oh my god he is livid! Malfoy raised a brow, and his smirk was now anything but heart felt.

"A date?"

"Yes."

"So…you are going with me?" He didn't have time to cheer up.

"No, Hermione is going with me." Hermione felt his large hands on her shoulders, and sighed with relief quietly. She knew she had to tell Malfoy she wouldn't be going with him, and she wanted to get it right out of the way. "Problem?"

"I have already asked her." He was struggling to keep in line. Remember your orders Malfoy. Close to Granger. Draco started growling. So Malfoy had forced himself on Hermione, touched her, and then asked her to go to the ball with him too? That was a HUGE mistake. He didn't even care what the order was.

"Well, tough shit. I asked, and she said yes. If you have a problem with that." He dropped his voice into a dangerous whisper. "Take it up with me."

"Ok! Can we go back now? We have said what has been needed to be said, I hope we can all still be at least casually civil, and we don't need to pick a fight." She aimed at Draco, and Malfoy laughed sarcastically again.

"Alright. Fair's fair. But that will mean you will have to lose the mask, Draconian." He smirked. "We will all see your face, which will no doubt be hidden for a reason."

"Oh you bet it is." Draco leaned forward, ready to take a swipe at him. But Hermione pushed back on his chest, and tried to move them apart. This wasn't good, they were both standing now, both ready for a fight. Hermione thought she would suffocate on the testosterone if she didn't get them to move apart, now!

"Why don't you show me huh?"

"What?" he spat.

"Take off the mask. What do you have to hide?"

"I don't have to hide anything, Malfoy."

"Then take off the mask."

"Tempting." He snarled, and Hermione was losing her push fight with his chest. She was slowly being pushed back on her heels towards Malfoy.

"Draco no!"

"Well I'm right her Draco. Take off the mask and show me what you are hiding."

"Draco don't listen to him! Walk away!" But Draco snarled, and she saw him reach behind his mask. Unlike Malfoy and everyone else in the class, who was now watching the debate, Hermione knew why Draco wore a mask. Being two thirds Dragon would definitely have some sort off affect on his appearance. "Be the better man and don't give in!"

"But I really want to see him cry for his mommy." He then chuckled evilly. "Or is your mommy too busy crying over your father's burnt flesh? How deep were those wounds Malfoy?"

"You bastard!"

"Oh you have no idea." Draco chuckled darkly again, and gently pushed Hermione out of the way. Malfoy was seething, and pulled his wand out of his robes.

"You will regret that." He promised, and raised it at him.

"Go ahead, your kind and your threats don't scare me." Draco hunched his back up, one foot placed firmly back and one forward, so he leaned towards his pray, and a constant hum of growling emanated from his throat.

"Draco stop it!"

"He touched you, that needs punishment enough."

"I thought you said you didn't tell anyone!"

"She didn't. I saw." He took a menacing step forward, and Malfoy's wand and hand trembled slightly. Draco then said very smoothly, very darkly, "Despicable, I should gut you like a yellow bellied trout. Slice open your front, tare your insides out from your body, and leave you to bleed and rot in your own liquids. Until you are a corpse, nothing more. Then burn you, and put you in the same coffin as your father." And he chuckled at the end.

"My father isn't dead!" Hermione tried to run forward, but Harry and Dean grabbed her arms and pulled her back with the crowd. They had all moved back against the walls to watch as the two fought. As they no doubt would.

"Not yet. Not if I know your father's master."

"My father is his own master." Malfoy insisted, nervous now. It was as if the cocky dark masked teen had transformed into a great beast, stalking around him now, taunting him and playing with his mind. It was as if he was prying for information, waiting for him to slip up and say something he shouldn't.

"My nose doesn't lie Malfoy. And the day your father found me in the library, he rank with the scent of his master."

"How would you know that?"

"I am quite good at recognising that smell, thank you." He said curtly.

"What are you trying to say about my father?" Malfoy spat, turning in a circle so he could watch Draco all the time, aiming his wand at him with a quivering hand. He had to be careful of what he said. There was a whole class of people here.

"I am calling him a lackey, a thief, a liar, and a murderer."

"How dare you!"

"I have every right, to know who people are." He interrupted, and wham. He had vanished into a shadow. He appeared again right behind him. "It's my job to smell out the trash. And Malfoy…you smell like trash." He whispered in his ear. "I don't like you as it is. Continue down the path your father has chosen for you, and we will meet where there are no witnesses, no one to hear you scream. No one…to save you from me. Because then, and only then, will you see what lies behind the mask. And once you look into my eyes…" He grabbed Malfoy's arms suddenly, and made him yelp. "You will weep." He pushed him forward, a shivering, whimpering mess on the floor. Yes, he had used his powers to manipulate his emotions. But no, he had no mercy. Not for his kind. I will hunt down every last one of them. Don't be one of them when I find you Malfoy. Or your blood will be added to the blood debt of millions. And I will spill it. He walked away from Malfoy, leaving him to be picked up by his Slytherin cronies, and walked over to Hermione.

"What the hell was that about!" she demanded firmly. Draco took her hand, held her bag, and walked her right out of the classroom. The bell went a fraction of a second later, but they were already submerged in the nearest shadow.

"Draco? Draco where are we?"

"My rooms. But this is the common room." Draco sank into his coach with a sigh, and rolled his head back to rest on the backrest. Hermione nervously sat next to him, and waited for him to move.

He didn't, so she poked his arm. "I'm not asleep." He chuckled.

"Draco, what happened? What did you do to Malfoy? Whatever you said to him, did something. Malfoy has never cried in public like that before. I didn't know he could cry."

"Everyone can be forced to tears with the right incentive."

"What did you say to Malfoy?"

"I taunted him a little. Nothing big. He just isn't used to someone bigger and badder than him biting back. Don't worry about it. Hay, I didn't fight him." Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Men. Their ego comes as standard."

"Hay, that's an insult." She laughed.

"What? Really?" She mocked an innocent expression. "Would I ever do such a thing?"

"Yes, you would." He grabbed her sides and pulled her over his lap. She giggled and grabbed his eager hands.

"Oh no you don't."

"Oh yes I do." He lifted her arms up, and then held both her wrists in one large gloved hand.

"Oh, no!" Hermione squirmed and tried to free her arms. She then squealed with girly laughter as Draco attacked her dies and ribs with his hands. "STOP TICKLING ME!" Hermione screamed and thrashed around in mirth. She stopped however, when she heard a growl beneath her.

She was straddling his pelvis, her struggling grinding herself against her unintentionally. He pulled on her wrists in the air, yanking her forward until her nose brushed with his mask. He then leaned her forehead with hers, and wrapped his free hand around her. Draco's hand gently held her bum, and slid her against him even more.

"Hermione." He purred, and his hand slipped up the back of her top. He released her hands, and held the back of her neck with it. Hermione closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of his hands on her, and felt oddly aroused as he rubbed his mouth piece against her face heavily. "I want…want to…"

"You want to what?" her voice was husky, making him growl deeply. Oh she knew it.

She knew she wanted him. That is why his words had stung so badly, because he was her best friend, and the keeper to her heart. And now, she knew there was a chance he wanted her too.

She started to think that round about the time his hands went up her skirt in Herbology. But it had all been like a dream then, just like now.

Perfect in every way.

If only she could get him to take off his mask…

Her hands wound round his neck, as she thrust against him painfully slowly. This drew a long growl from Draco, who grasped her hips to him on instinct.

"Want…want…"

"Tell me Draco." She whispered seductively by his ear, and knelt up high. His face was now in her breasts, and she whimpered as he grabbed her robes, and almost tore them off her with the ferocity of his need to have her undressed. As much as possible. When she was wearing nothing but her underwear, long knee socks, grey skirt and white school blouse, he grabbed her hips again, yanking her down. He crashed their pelvises together, and Hermione moaned. He was very hard and very, very endowed from the feel of what was bulging against her panties. Her cheeks were permanently red now, but she didn't care. Her adventurous Gryffindor side was shining through as she panted slightly on him, raking her hands down his front over his robes. He reached inside, and she saw the blindfold again. At this was she slightly disappointed. He still didn't trust her enough to take it off for her. Of course, he didn't know she knew all about him.

"We don't need that. I'm not afraid." She coaxed softly, but he shuck his head.

"No, but I am." They stared into each other's eyes, as Hermione drew together the pieces she already had. Two thirds dragon would make him look difference, and she didn't feel skin exactly when he touched her before…oh when he touched her. She bit her lip at the memory. Draco was waiting for her to make the first move, not wanting to force her into anything, still glad to finally have her back.

And fuck was he glad to have her back, like this! His crotch proved that.

"Alright." She nodded. "I trust you." She took the blindfold and tied it tightly into place. Again, she saw nothing.

But boy did she feel everything! Hermione yelped as she was thrown down on the couch, pinned. A husky growl vibrated against her chest, and her hands flew up. She felt the leather of his mask, and traced round to the back. "Can I take it off now?"

"Yes." He growled, and she pulled it over their heads with one tug. He must have loosened it for her. Draco chuckled. "Can I take something off you now?" A, soft cool hand slid up her front, and smoothed over her flat stomach. "Please?" he teased, and she felt him nip at her ear with his sharp canines.

"Yes." She begged with a gasp. Her body shivered as the cold air made her aware of her newly opened shirt. She leaned up, and let him drag it off her shoulders. The shirt was off, and thrown away. Where she didn't know. "Merlin yes!" Hermione whimpered, as those soft lips left hot burning kiss after hot burning kiss down the valley of one breast, and up the other.

"Hermione." He almost yowled. The sight of her like this, it was unbearable. He wanted to sink his teeth into her bra, rag if off her, claw her skirt and panties off. He wanted her naked in the most primal sense of the word. He wanted her, now! His blood boiled for it. His heart beat raced for it. He was losing control of himself. And it felt…good. "I want you. I have wanted you from the moment we first met, your smell." He groaned, and crawled up her body. As he did this, Hermione lifted her hands up and felt his rock hard chest above her. She traced his pecks with her fingertips, and felt him panting from her touch.

Draco felt as it electric sparks flew through him where ever she touched his 'skin'. His tail was lashing out behind him madly, and he clawed at his own clothes. His robes were open at the front, and now, they were on the floor with her shirt.

Her hands felt up his chest and neck. oh Merlin he feels strong, and his neck is muscular! Wow! Broad shoulders… her hands slipped down his arms and felt his biceps, and his triceps.

"What strong arms you have." She blushed. Great, that sounded smart. She hoped she didn't look as stupid as she sounded.

"All the better to hold you down while you scream in ecstasy, Hermione." He huskily growled in her ear, and she felt him bulge even more against her. She whimpered, and shakily brought her hands back to his chest, and felt down…

Hermione was so nervous, this was as intense as she had ever been sexually. The only other time, was in Herbology with the same boy.

No, Draco was no boy. She could certainly vouch for that! He was still pressed against her after all. She could feel the man in him.

Or was that the animal? She was turned on by both.

Draco groaned as her hands traced every muscle of his rippled six pack.

"Why Draco." She panted. "What a strong stomach you have." Her world was a blur, she felt so hot under the collar. Her chest was rising and falling, and Draco loved it.

"All the better to thrust you into oblivion, Hermione." She gasped as he thrust against her harder, growling deeply against her neck.

"Draco!" She felt a burning build up in her lower abdomen, and grasped at his shoulders for support. She thought she was going to fall, and yet fly all at the same time. And Draco made her feel that way.

He did, as he seeped a hand down her front and currently let his clawed fingers roam through the brown tresses between her legs. Her pubic hairs were so soft, and he licked at her lips sensually.

"How do you taste Hermione?" She moaned. He was like a sexual predator, dominating her at ever turn. And she liked it.

"I, I, don't know." She whimpered, as she felt her skirt leave her to. Her underwear joined it, and she was relieved of her bra also.

Hermione was now laid under him, naked, panting and whimpering. She felt him open her legs slowly, and cool air hit her womanhood, making her realise just how vulnerable she was right now. Draco was like an animal, relentless with the aim to consume her, devour her. She felt so helpless to stop him, and yet, the thought of not being able to prevent him from having his wicked way with her, aroused her further. She even moaned at her realisation, and was only cut off when his own mouth crashed with hers. Their kiss was hot, a dance of passion waged between their tongues and it felt like he was trying to drink and taste every part of her.

Until she realised that was his every intention.

"I will tell you how you taste, when I know for myself." He breathed against her lips, and instigated another searing kiss. Hermione clung to his neck, her mind focused on one thing, which she couldn't see. She whimpered when he left her, and she sat up on the couch. Her lips were swollen and her nipples were hard and erect. Her hair was ruffled down her back and now came over the blindfold. But it was still firmly in place.

Her skin was a perfect peach cream, her lips rose, and her vagina wet from teasing. Draco was in heaven. Hermione heard something being dragged over the floor, and then his large hands cupped under her knees. She yelped as he lifted them up, and she fell back. Her bum was now sat near the edge of the couch, her shoulders and upper back against the backrest. Draco placed her feet against something flat and sturdy, elevating her legs like she was about to give birth, but slightly higher and comfortably apart. She gripped at the edge of the couch as she felt a hot breath beat against her most intimate area.

"Draco…" she moaned, as he gently licked her clitoris lips. "Please…"

"Do you want me to taste your sweet juices Hermione? Drink all you have to offer me?" his voice was dripping with desire, and suckled on the nub of her clit.

"YYYEESS!" Hermione screamed, and panted heavily.

"Then be my girlfriend." Hermione felt like she would die and excruciating death if she didn't have him now! She needed release!

"Yes! Merlin yes I want you Draco!" She moaned.

"You do?"

"Yes." She said softer, knowing he was touched.

"Good. Because now I don't feel guilty about doing this." Hermione threw her head back and shouted his name as he thrust his deep inside her entrance side on. He licked heavily against her inner walls, and slowly turned his tongue inside her. She moaned violently and bucked against him, leaning on her elbows now. A hand pressed against her navel area, holding her still. She dug her fingers deep into the couch, and her toes curled over whatever Draco had put her feet against. His other hand now slipped under his bum, and lifted her into a better position. The angle must have been better that way, as he proceeded to turn his tongue within her. He then withdrew slowly, only to thrust back inside her again. Hermione was in heaven! Sweat started to bead over her forehead, her body kept hitting waves of pleasure and she had never felt such pre orgasm tingles before. His ministrations got faster, rougher, harder and his tongue thrust inside and out, inside and out like lightning, yet as present as thunder. He hit just the right spot perfectly every time, and Hermione didn't know what to do other than moan and writhe in pleasure under his grip.

At last, she screamed Draco's name so loud, her throat hurt. She saw stars dancing before her, her mouth wide open, panting like an animal and her orgasm knocked her off balance. Draco knew she was going to come before she did, when her walls clenched around him. He was soon greeted with a thick juicy liquid that made him moan against her. "MMmmm." He lapped at her tenderly, cleaning her of all her exquisite cum until there was no more to lick.

Hermione was still panting with the afterglow of her first ever orgasm when she felt a shift in weight beside her. "Hermione." He growled. "That was the most arousing thing, I have ever seen, or done."

"S…s…same…here…fuck." He chuckled, his bulge bigger than ever, and the sight next to him made him want to…but he couldn't. He knew from the word go he wanted their first time to be special (he did have fantasies you know), and he didn't want it to be a quick one before double potions. He wanted it to be special, where they could enjoy the afterglow together.

But that didn't solve his aching shaft.

"Don't say that. I am tempted as it is." He chuckled, licking his lips. "You taste…fuck you taste better than I ever imagined." He spooned her against him, sucking and kissing her neck. Hermione blushed now, and thought hay, what the hell. He as seen everything there is to see now. So why be shy about it? We are boyfriend and girlfriend now, right? She felt around to try and find a place to sit in front of him, when her hand landed on something. Draco growled loudly. "As I said before Hermione. That was the most arousing thing I have ever seen or done."

"I…erm…well…" she blushed madly. But her hand was still over it. "I guess I could…" his eyes lit up. Was she suggesting… "I could well…help you with 'that'." She gulped.

"You want to see what I taste like, do you?" There was a God, and he loved him.

"Yes…" she just about whispered, and heard something unzip. Her cheeks flushed even more, and she lifted her hand. His soft clawed hand then cupped hers, and lowered it.

Her heart didn't get chance to calm down, before it was beating erratically again. She was about to touch his…too late!

If that is his penis, I am going to faint. I wonder if he is familiar with the expression, 'hung like a horse'? She gasped to herself, when he wrapped her hand around the base. Damn, I don't know what to do! Do I just tug on it or what! I really wish I had engaged brain before mouth on this one! She growled mentally. And no pun intended!

Hermione was relived to know she didn't have to worry about doing it herself, as he held her hand around his member, and slowly applied pressure. She heard him hiss and growled with delight, as he moved her clasped hand up and down, up and down. The pace was slow at first, but it soon got faster. Draco was in ecstasy. Her hand held tightly by his own around his rock hard cock was the best feeling in the world right now. He flinched when her other hand joined in. her fingertip touched the crown of his cock, dipping into the pre-cum and traced it down the side. He snarled and roared aloud, wanting to toss her down and mate with her so badly.

Hermione once again gave in to her Gryffindor courage, and lowered her other hand to cup his balls. Like the rest of him, they were HUGE and she could only hold one at a time. Hung like a horse with the balls of a bull. Hermione, it's your birthday, Christmas and New year, all at once! She gave them a slight squeeze, for experimental purposes, and blushed when he growled with approval. He started to move her hand quicker, and clasp at him tighter. Draco threw his head back, pinning for the release he felt rocketing towards him over the horizon.

"Fuck!" The pleasure was almost like torture, his skin was ablaze and he thought he was going to catch fire at any moment.

Hermione jumped when his tail whipped up and coiled around her waist possessively. She heard his laboured breathing get sharper, knowing from experience only a few moments before, that meant he was about to climax. She was surprised again, when he released her hand, and ran both hands through her hair. He guided her head forward, and panted. "Open your mouth." It was like he was struggling. Was he trying to hold off an orgasm? "Quickly." He begged. Hermione opened her mouth, and he lowered her onto him. She turned her body and slid down to the floor, as he lowered her mouth around his pulsing shaft. She cupped his balls again, took a tight hold of his cock and sucked hard on him.

That was it.

He roared deeply, making Hermione thing an actual Dragon was in the room, and flinched when a hot liquid hit the back of her mouth. She did well not to splutter or cough. That would have been embarrassing. She swallowed, only for more to follow into her mouth. It was an odd flavour, Smokey and yet pleasantly salty. She drank it all down, her cheeks hot with a blush when he finally went limp in her mouth. She slowly pulled away, and rested her hands on his knees. "Hermione…you are amazing." He pulled her up onto his lap, and brushed lips with her. She took it further, seeping her tongue into his mouth. He growled, and soon took dominance. Another animal trait. She giggled, and they tasted each other, in each other's mouths. "And you know you are mine now, right?"

"And you are mine. All mine, mine, mine." She chuckled, and hugged his body to hers. At last, she had him. Her boyfriend. Draco was her boyfriend and it felt GREAT! But then again, that could be because he had just rocked the Gryffindor lioness's world like never before. Just thinking of doing that again made her cheeks blush. He licked the side of her face, and she giggled again. They snuggled together, wondering where the warning was that after walking into Draco's rooms, they would do 'those things' together and become an item. But there was none, and neither really cared.

"Hermione…"

"Yes?"

"I think…we are going to be late for potions."

"WHAT!"